Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Wings Unclipped



I saw a sparrow, walking near the pond

I wonder how she is so fond__

Of Preening herself! She loves every feather

Of her tiny wings and preened to get ready to fly further.

She flew high in a moment and came down again__

Watching that I generously offered some grain!

She picked it quickly like a peasant woman in a harvested field and __

When I tried to catch her, she flew away leaving my favour behind!


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