Mesmerizing,
this small, sprightly sparrow,
as he (or she)
hops, perches, steps, sidles,
then leaps, flaps, lands.
Exploring
twig to twig
branch to branch,
bridging tree to tree.
A car approaches,
hesitating at the intersection.
“Doesn’t she have something better to do with her time?”
I can imagine its driver is saying of me.
This is the better.