Little bird, little bird,
Why do you sing?
For the glorious light,
The new day brings.
When I was watching the barn swallows fly over the marsh, a grasshopper sparrow was watching me. He waited until I looked his way.
Good morning, little one! Will you sing for me?
He regarded me for a moment and then lifted his head in song.
Wonder lives as close as a wish to feel it. It waits like the little sparrow for attention.
July 8, 2016
A grasshopper sparrow sings from a dried flower stalk near the marsh, July 8, 2016. A western meadowlark and a dickcissel sing in the background.
July 13, 2016
Take care and thanks for reading.