That little
Sparrow
Hops cautiously
Through grass-
(Blade-to-blade)
And pecks-
(Determined)
At the
Dirt
Beneath his
Crooked
Feet,
Until
A
(Worthwhile)
Worm is
Plucked
From it's
Hiding space.
This has
Shown me
How to search
For poetry.
I like the poem in that it's sometimes the most mundane things that are most beautiful when looked at in the right light. However, I'm not a big fan of reference to poetry within a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well I just google for it lol...10