THE LAST SPARROW
Come
dusk and the last sparrows have finished their last session on the hedge
Then
disappear as the dust turns into early night darkness into their cosy beds
There
always remains one little sparrow who seems to enjoy its own company
It’s
ever happy to remain - seems not to have a need for others to accompany
It
quite healthy even plump so it has not missed out on anything I like to think
It
loves having the bird bath to itself - before having itself a nice welcome
drink
The
sheer elation that it shows in having this gardens playground all to oneself
More
than clearly shows - really giving this little sparrow its own joyous wealth
Each
evening as the darkness descends I look out of the window to see it arrive
Although
strange to see it in the prevailing darkness - it always seems to thrive
It
is my very own last standing little sparrow and it bring me lots of enjoyment
See
its so eager little face - its joyous bobbin I’m just happy that it’s so
content
Indiana
Shaw . . . : )
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