There were sparrows outside her window, and she smiled. They were loud in the early morning, it was true, but she did not sleep–not with the pain. When the little creatures hopped about on the sill and fluttered up and down the gables of the house, she felt as if maybe one day the suffering would stop.
Vic
We spar, we row, you little bird, dart like an arrow. You spa in the bird bath – wonder sparrow!
Anne
A likeness most acknowledged, symbols purpetuating throughout history. Sing me a song of what you’re meant to be and tell me who you really are.
There were sparrows outside her window, and she smiled. They were loud in the early morning, it was true, but she did not sleep–not with the pain. When the little creatures hopped about on the sill and fluttered up and down the gables of the house, she felt as if maybe one day the suffering would stop.
We spar, we row, you little bird, dart like an arrow. You spa in the bird bath – wonder sparrow!
A likeness most acknowledged, symbols purpetuating throughout history. Sing me a song of what you’re meant to be and tell me who you really are.
Little sparrow hops around, loud with his wants, bold in the birdfeeder until the red-winged blackbird comes along.