A Sparrow At My Window
In the afternoon sitting on my window
Was a beauty - a little sparrow.
It was not red or yellow, but grayish wooden pink
Its eyes were wide with a naughty wink
When I did not pay any attention he stole a peep
And called out with a shrill bleep, bleep.
Copyright © Ibok Ibok | Year Posted 2015
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