A Sparrow

As I was getting ready for another day,

I heard a pecking noise on my window.

All right already!

And there he was, a little sparrow.

He flew and sat on my hand

And tried to tell me something.

Little friend, I cannot understand

Whatever you are saying.

On my table was a picture of my family

Which the sparrow knocked down.

That was unnecessary, buddy!

And thus made sense, that pecking sound.

My new apartment stands over his old one,

It was I who was pecking.

I invaded his house while he was gone,

And it was I who wasn’t understanding.

~ The Rightful owner had returned

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An engineer who finds joy, comfort and peace by writing poems and strumming chords. Come, let me take you to an alternate reality.

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