Sparrow's song

This bird that sings, heaving her small breast Becoming something courageous, wonderful

 The song breaking the day’s stillness 

Sweetening the world as it softly winds

 Around the trees and into rooms nearby

 Even distracted by our skins

 We hear and exalt in the sounds

Expanding our slice of sky outside

These same birds, grooming 

Sitting silent on the deciduous branch 

A little brown sparrow ducks in ryhyme 

Making no mark in this morning 

Yet, when she sings it makes things right 

Ablution in the stone clean water

 Splashing the joy of notes over us

 Hearkening the new day and hope

 for The coming cacophony of the battle ahead

Where no such songs will be heard.