Lunch Friend
Falling like an autumn leaf
He jumps to get the crumbs I’ve dropped.
With wings in his pockets, his bright eye winks.
I want to pick him up and feel the tremble of his little life.
His brothers and sisters always find me whenever I eat lunch outside.
My sparrow friend can spot a sandwich anywhere in the park.
He is such a busy fellow, but he has no phone.
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