a little bird

ground i stand on while the light keeps shifting

warm sun seems like an anomaly 

and clouds’ shadows drift in the breeze

creating a space that reflects patches of light

and at the edges of park 

in between the brush

a sparrow finds a place

high up above the city walkways

speeding cars and the constant buzz of movement 

little bird can rest its wings

staring at me

i silently communicate back that i’m not a threat

and we both can be there

doing our thing

there’s an element of friendship in that

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