Thursday, January 22, 2015
I write poems about sparrows too often, I've been doing it for years. The first sparrow poem wasn't really about sparrows. It was about St. Francis and how his hands taught sparrows to fly. Since then sparrows are my go to bird.
If I need a bird, I throw in a sparrow.
Sparrows above cars, sparrows in black trees rising out of the rain, sparrows above the manger in Bethlehem, sparrows looking for a friend in a blizzard.
But really I don't know a thing about sparrows.
I don't even know what they look like.
Are they black? Brown? Gray?
Big or little?
Really they are a mystery to me.
From now on, I only write about pigeons.
I know pigeons!
Thanks to Wikipedia for providing me with a picture of a sparrow.