Snip Snip
Monday, January 30th, 2006A sparrow nestles in my hair.
The brambly stock provides good cover, but
pert feathers peek over the edge.
I feel them fan and brush.
Snip snip to
Tickle and tug to
Trim and pluck to
bring a little order to
my unkempt crown.
Her tiny beak makes a quilt of the thatch
with the tenderness of making a home.
Too absorbed in her work to […]