My Sparrow Buddy

Oh, how I relish your song in the morning!

Your throaty call drifts across the yard.

I look, eyes shining brightly, when I spy you

high in the tree. You like to sing from the very tip

top of the pines. Looking like a speck of brown

atop the prickly greens. I peer up long enough to whisper

good morning. You quiet long enough for other birdsong

to filter through the dawn kissed air. I find myself humming

along. As the rooster crows his loud morning song.

The hens chirp and hum as they wake.

I, for one, will be grateful for this day.


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