I’d Finish This Poem, but…

Bright day – hope breezes through open window sparrow lights on windowsill espies me cock-eyed What wonders keep you inside? he queries I sputter… lacking adequate response pardon me for abandoning… have another call.      

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No More Than a Sparrow

No more than a sparrow, am I numbered among the ordinary; brightly I sing, though inwardly shy of people and shadows I am wary. Numbered among the ordinary I flit about virtually unseen – of people and shadows I am wary, head down I carry out my routine. I flit about virtually unseen, require little […]

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