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Little Sparrow ©

Stella
Fife, Scotland
2005

She chatters like a little sparrow
Goes over and again over
Losing the point in her repetition

Sad really for she had it
Right there the first time

The trouble with sparrows is
We took them for granted
Until their decline

Cuckoos are waited for
Revered in their absence
And look what kind of parents they are

If a sparrow ever learn to speak once
Its essence would be lost
And the garden would grow silent

listen for the message within the chirping
it is clear and true… repeated only
in the sparrow's need to be heard



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