Down its causeway,
The little sparrow,
Sits on my window.
I go about my way,
Addressing my routine pay,
While the sparrow,
Flutters at the window,
I attend to the call,
Of a distinct claim tall,
As the sparrow,
Chirps from my window.
I move around the house,
Taking time to browse,
When the sparrow,
Perches above the window.
I finish up my chores,
Then close all my doors,
At once the sparrow,
Whistles across the window.
I take a short nap,
From the rigorous lap,
Inching the sparrow,
Cackles from the window.
Only now I barely see
This tiny lovely wee,
Longingly the sparrow,
Bids adieu from the window

