Sparrow

April 7th 2023

You sit upon my shoulder,

and pecking at my brow,

your strip-ed wings, they flutter,

a beat to disavow.

But hell, am I mistaken?

A passerine, you are

with browns and grays forsaken,

and colors left ajar.

Here, in a lone arrival

from there you dare not share,

in me you find revival,

a rest from this despair.

A nest I built of sticks and stones,

a fortress for your bellow,

with hope, someday, we may atone

for your life as a Sparrow.

“Stay, sparrow stay, won't you stay in my window?
I've never been so close to anything so beautiful.
Wait, sparrow wait, oh please don't you go!
I love the way I felt it move, vast the wind it blows.”

Tom Odell ~ Sparrow