Tuesday, 30 June 2015

[Poem] The Sparrow at my window

There is a baby sparrow at my window,
With a pink beak
And coal black dots for eyes
He twists and turns his head so
And twitters in a voice low
His tiny feathers all unkempt.
I leave him grain and water on the window sill
But he wanders off with a final trill
Perhaps it's bedtime in sparrow land...

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