this small, sprightly sparrow,
as he (or she)
hops, perches, steps, sidles,
then leaps, flaps, lands.
twig to twig
branch to branch,
bridging tree to tree.
A car approaches,
hesitating at the intersection.
“Doesn’t she have something better to do with her time?”
I can imagine its driver is saying of me.
This is the better.
Posted on October 20, 2015, in Body, God, poetry and tagged contemplative, Meditation, nature, observation, sparrow. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I love sparrows! Such adorable and lovely animals. 😀
Beautifully written Wendy. Thank you for saying…