Sparrows

The sparrow, dart like, wrapped tight in cute Speeds lightly in the skin it's born with Spirals about with brown feathers that it owns Navigates Summer bushes, labyrinth like towards morning Branches wave hello on heavy boughs Weighed down in lumber towers Skimmed by sparrow wings in flight Dodging space and time, the passage ways of light They twist nervously, being shy and in a hurry Taking drinks from dew drops circularity Low in calories That is why they are so skinny Bound by no rules of dieting Flying comes naturally Seeds fill their world with joy Speaking through beaks is not for them Little birdies like to chirp Dart like and pretty singing