I am sparrow,
little one hiding in the bay hedge,
I make my nest,
I even sing.

I watch for sparrow hawks
and trill my warning,
my friends and I
make a cacophony.

I am brown, and tawn
I make the bay hedge my home,
I can be funny and sad,
I am clown and
trapeze artist.

I dip and shake,
I send tear drops scattering
I am sparrow,
I make my home,
in the scented foliage
in a secret garden
where the bay hedge runs
on and on and on

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-15 at 22:10

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice!

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
It's good, lovely even as a musical composition as it is a song.x