SPARROW
Immersed in music
my Southmead sparrows, constant companions
through all of 2020 became a flight of beauty.
And I thought
do they have Vivaldi as a soundtrack
in those tiny feathered heads.
Urgent, beating wings
unstoppable movement, settling
for such short moment.
Then the flight, soaring up as one bird.
They zoom to the ground
in urgent attention to peck
anxiously around
and
all the while a lookout,
scans their small horizon
for the predator who stalks their world.
I too live in fear at this time
of an imagined or real demon
and now I understand the twitch
and shiver of sparrows.
When life is fragile and threat lies
all around.
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