A sparrow about the size of a fist
shuttles back and forth, back and
forth, transporting in its beak what
we’d consider litter – now a dead
twig, now a bit of paper or string –
to add to the nest it’s resurrecting
with immaculate care in the sun-
crowned tree just outside our door.
Howie Good's newest poetry collection, Heart-Shaped Hole, which also includes examples of his handmade collages, is available from Laughing Ronin Press.
I watched her for about an hour yesterday.
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