Hear them chirping in the thicket,
They emerge along the fence,
Descending like ask-gray sparks,
Scattering to find the crumbs.
His wife by the window watching,
A fleeting smile to mark the moment;
One slice of bread is enough,
A miracle for this multitude.
A long good-bye and a short embrace,
They feel the pull of the rush hour,
In the sullen daze of the long commute,
Lingers the song of sparrows.
Created by Bill Keys
billgkeys@yahoo.com
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About Me
- Bill
- Husband, Father, Writer, Basketball Player, Hiker, Mountain Biker, and Musician.
2 comments:
I remember when you first wrote this, we were living at Gary's house and could see the birds every morning at breakfast. We were so young and wildly in love. There was little money and the jobs sucked. How we survived them all!
Don't stop writing!!!
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