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
the rest.
Always on the edge of the shrubs,
in-and-out like
an intruder,
whilst your kind feasts
in oblivion.
And yet you shine in your own way:
majestic crown of snow
bunting, you stand
out wherever
you land –
and
if you’re not quite
a captain,
don’t
you
forget
you’re a sparrow,
fierce,
quarrelsome,
original,
light years away from the humdrum.
I’ve watched you feed
hours on end,
don’t be
afraid
to
stand your ground,
you have your place among my trees.
© Nat Hall 2015
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