The Last Sparrow

THE LAST SPARROW. . . Come dusk and the last sparrows have finished their last session on the hedge Then disappear as the dust turns into early night darkness into their cosy beds There always remains one little sparrow - who seems to enjoy its own company It’s ever happy to remain - seems not to have a need for others to accompany It quite healthy even plump so it has not missed out on anything I like to think It loves having the bird bath to itself - before having itself a nice welcome drink The sheer elation that it shows in having this gardens playground all to oneself More than clearly shows - really giving this little sparrow its own joyous wealth Each evening as the darkness descends I look out of the window to see it arrive Although its strange to see it in the prevailing darkness it always seems to thrive It is my very own last standing little sparrow and it bring me lots of enjoyment See its so eager little face its joyous bobbin I'm just happy that it’s so content Indiana Shaw . . . ; )