Sparrow

 

Silvery Flakes drifted down,
glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon.
The black bird swooped down,
to the place she visited in the noon.

Chill was the weather,
but her heart was warm
to meet the girl in sweater
who has fought the storm.

Landing on the perch,
she knocked on the window glass
with the beak that glistens
in the wintery frost.

She could hear faint music,
and could see the warm glow.
As the girl was baking cookies
and was dancing in a flow.

Beauty of the girl
was as beautiful as her heart
who saved the bird from eagle
when she fell on her path.

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