The Little Sparrow

The little sparrow flits lightly

From branch to branch

Fragile in its strength

Barely seen at first glance

 

Quickly it dances

Lightly it treads

Perches with ease

Turns no heads

 

Easily harmed by the strong and loud

Quickly bruised by the careless and proud

So hides in undergrowth quiet and still

Until the raucous crowd has had its fill

 

They mock its sensitivity

And give it no privacy

Easily broken, easily scarred

How this little bird feels caged and barred!

 

Head darts left

Head darts right

Eyes alert

Eyes bright

Panic!

Get me out of here!

No wait its not safe yet

Ok keep calm and hide emotions

 

So the little sparrow flutters from hedge to tree

Longing, waiting, yearning, dreaming

Of the day it will be free

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