WHERE IS OUR SPARROW?

There is the sweetest bird
We all watched for and knew,
How it would fluff it's feathers
And hop around in the cold dew.

With big blinking eyes and
A pretty hefty hop and song,
Always primping it's feathers as
If to say:  "Won't you come along?"

It's pretty colors of brown and black
Makes one watch  the bird in the tree,
How beautiful God can create such
A little bundle of joy for us to see.

With a tweet and a peck here and there -
The little bird beckons for your attention,
Perhaps giving out a little seed
For it to eat, which isn't hard to mention.

So cute and fluffy this friend of ours
To give us it's gift of love,
 But, this morning I only see
The presents of a Turtle Dove!

As I walk down my path which
Is very straight and narrow,
I will always pray and ask God:
  

"WHERE IS OUR SPARROW?"

++++ Poem by:  Johanna
        © 5-2-13