Little bird: sparrow, starling,
wren, or any such tiny creature.
Existing within the concrete
and clutter of the inner city,
seeking seeds, shelter, and
a place to call home.
Like all of us.

A song sounding familiar, a
story often told, it wants to
be heard. Shouting out to its
peers, or strangers passing by
on the sidewalk below,
it wants to be noticed,
like all of us.

Tiny birds, common but not
indistinguishable, some have
braved the elements. Struggling
through an honest winter,
patiently waiting for calm days
and the warmth of summer.
Like all of us.

06/06/2022                                                                             j.g.l.

I look up to the little bird
That glides across the sky
He sings the clearest melody
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to sit right down
And cry, cry, cry
-Annie Lennox