friday afternoon’s verse, away from the material, “artificial” world that agitates striped black or grey suited people, locked in a tower of greed, blinded by glittering obsessions.
It is on the topic of difference & inclusion.
You, Little Albino Sparrow
Look at yourself among the crowd,
you don’t quite mingle with
Always on the edge of the shrubs,
whilst your kind feasts
And yet you shine in your own way:
majestic crown of snow
bunting, you stand
you land –
if you’re not quite
you’re a sparrow,
light years away from the humdrum.
I’ve watched you feed
hours on end,
stand your ground,
you have your place among my trees.
© Nat Hall 2015