A sparrow in my hand…
August6
A sparrow in my hand
was about to squeak.
As I caress its body
and polish its beak.
In the sound of silence
as a thought fouls out
In a jumbled jig
of her whereabout
In an uncertain confine
as it waits for a name
In a voice familiar
that in a call never came
This was … mmm .. how to say .. this just struck a cord with me .. dunno why .. liked your blog ! Great write