SPARROWS

 

 

I came to these mountains

expecting hawks and eagles,

and what do I get?

Sparrows.

Little brown creatures

important enough

to be featured

in books about ecology.

They take my bread

and speak the language

of the mountains.

At twilight they

disappear

to return the next morning,

flying in and out

of my tree,

walking on my granite,

sharing my bread.