Watch the sparrow glide more fair than a dream And dip in wind, bouncing like a drum’s thud. He holds his breath; falls where flowers bud Then climbs as high as a soprano scream, Flapping triumphant in April steam. Perched on a post, his white neck’s splotched by mud And his round, black beak’s blotched…
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