Moon Sparrow
Hurrying along life’s thoroughfare, we pass him by but unaware For I could see his merry eyes, bright and shining,
they caught my stare
A tiny sparrow, oh so small
Now all alone when the night did fall
Unlike the birds of bright voice, plume and flight
Spadger the moon sparrow sings late into the night
Where clouds of starlings passed his way
Now every sound is hushed away
A gentle dove cooed and softly said
Look at the moon, look at the moon, please don’t be sad
The harvest moon, a changeless work of art
Sends him a token to ease his heart
In the midnight tree he bides his time
Come hither calls his charm
I think I could in comfort swoon
Spend an evening with him, gazing at the moon
Moonstruck for many days
But never ceasing to amaze
Gleamed like a vision of pure delight
Whilst the moon and stars shed silvery light
As he chirped, cheeped, trilled and twittered, no need to despair
No music master could ever compare
Four songs a minute he sang in haste
A joyous sound, so full of grace
His presence like a gentle song, whispers softly through the air
A melody of love and hope, a testament to beauty rare
Your siren song, sweet lullaby serves
You gave much more than I deserve
From loud to a whisper in a twilight glow
You see through the darkness from down below
In the golden light of dawn, here stands a vision to behold
A silhouette of grace and charm, a story waiting to be told
His beauty like a morning breeze, soft and gentle, pure and bright
The world seems still in his presence when the day turns to night
He stands poised, in a timeless grace
A muse for poets, an artist’s delight
A radiant star in the morning light
The dawn was breathtaking, the sky ablaze
With glorious colours, from red to a pinkish haze
With a bright-eyed stare and glorious trills
A poetic vortex of beauty to ease one’s ills
Like a sunrise way up high
Faithful and consistent in the morning skies
Seldom is the loss of a single sparrow
Ever hidden from God’s ever watchful eyes
This poem was inspired and contributed by my son Will.