Sparrow
I sit in the garden and watch them
busy with their lives
coming and going around me
no thoughts of war or strife.
Busy they are with nests to build
and chatting to each other
flitting around me, coming quite
close
watching me with their soft brown
eyes.
One small female, bolder than most
suddenly comes and stands on my
knee
I watch her, I sit quiet and still
as she preens her feathers.
She flies away but leaves behind
a feeling of joy within
that she trusted a human not to
harm
her tiny body when she wanted
a friend.
A short time later back she comes
and growing bolder this time
lands on my leg and looks around
and hops up to my lap.
I slowly move my hand
and open it out for her
she takes the hint and hops on
it
and stands and eyes me from there.
There seems to be a bit of trust
between two different lives
and quite content and at peace
she settles down for a while.
Next day she comes to me again
no fear now, she knows no pain
this time my shoulder is her perch
and my ear takes her attention.
Her tiny feet a joy to feel
as she hops around me now
safe she feels and confident
no harm will come her way.
My head is the next place explored
and as she feels my hair
becomes a little unsure
as her feet are not so secure.
I feel her tiny beak explore
my scalp and all around
she pulls a hair and off she flies
to weave it into her nest.
She comes to me each day now
a new friend in this world
and without fear she helps herself
to the food I offer her.
Her friendship now consumes me
her trust is something new
she makes me feel a part of her
and brings me joy anew.
Time goes by and now I miss
her tiny feet upon my hand
but she is busy now with eggs
and I must wait until she's through.
The days go by and once again
I see her leave her nest
lands on the lawn and then
comes to my feet, head cocked.
I get up slowly, she stays her
ground
I go and get some bread
she's waiting for me, head askew
as I place it on the grass.
I got it right, we speak the same,
she eagerly feeds herself
and then picks up one small piece
and flies up to her home.
A friend for life we both have
made
she trusts me all the way
the babies grow and in time
fly off for a life of their own.
She doesn't leave though
for in this world, friendship
is a gift, which she respects
and I respect her too.
As dawn breaks and I awake
I realise my dream
and write it down with all respect
for you to ponder on.
For is this not how life should
be
where all can trust each other
not live in fear and terror
but share in peace all things.
