I noticed that the sparrows have taken to roosting in the corner under the metal awning of my back porch. I kinda like them there. Some nights it's a big fluffy female house sparrow. Other nights it's a small male. Guess it's first come first served around here.
Tonight I noticed that both are comfortably snugged into their opposite respective corners and peacefully slumbering through the cold dark of this winter night.
...and I wonder what do sparrows dream of?
If I were a sparrow
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downy nests
and dive-bombing cats
juicy worms
and living on hats
I'd dream about
the warmth of spring
and in my spare time
I'd think of songs to sing.
Warm nests,
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singing jests?
Beautiful post! And then Jo's comment is perfect! I can't even come close to either today, but I appreciate the beauty of your words and hers. Thank you.
What a lovely picture your words paint! When we lived on our five acres we had what were probably sparrows living in the eaves of our house, plus there was an owl who called our barn home. It was so cool to see him soaring overhead when we'd walk the dogs late at night. Jo - loved your poem, so clever and sweet!
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