The birds outside
Are so easily satisfied
With stale bread.
My dog loudly sighs
As he eyes
That tempting bread.
But none can pass
Through glass to grass …
The birds outside
Are so easily satisfied
With stale bread.
My dog loudly sighs
As he eyes
That tempting bread.
But none can pass
Through glass to grass …
Standing at my bedroom window.
A couple laugh
Somewhere below
And an owl cries nearby.
Summer passes.
The owl’s cry
Is my company.
A myriad sparrows singing
To me from a tree.
Their song
Bringing joy
To girl and boy.
I know not how long
My song
May be.
But sparrows in a tree,
Sang to me.