A poetic look at the wonder of one of God’s greatest creations- the birds of the air, with a reference to Poe’s The Raven.

It is a unique poetry I do, at the end of 09 Summer.

I am posting this poem as I told someone I would. This is the first poem ever wrote by me.

There once was a woman from Harrow…

A small dull-colored songbird resemblance.

My ode to Jack Sparrow.

Nature is reflected everywhere, even in a backyard, among flowers and trees, where we can spend some time, listening to the cricket chirping and the sparrows twittering, seeing the flowers in bloom, and most of all feeling a certain sense of tranquility, away from the bustle of the traffic outside.

This is about empowerment, a sense of identity, and strength in the realization of those two things.

A true story of poor preparation and its inevitable consequences.

I feel a particular sense of awe when dawn emerges, at which time, I listen to the sparrow chirping, as if signaling the onset of another day in the making.