Oh Mr. Sparrow, your song preceeds you so -
the uproar from your belly -
should find such pleasantness near.
My ears do swallow it whole -
thy lovely little cacophony -
meistro - please not to fear -
nor send alarm to neighbor's ear.
for 'tis only I, to overhear
….. your song so very dear.
And if I could then surely would -
capture it in my jar…
and take it to my lonely place,
so very, very far.
And open it slowly, on another day -
when life offers less,
'tis then should I smile away -
while hearing your happiness….
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Lovely John - wouldn't it be nice if we could capture birdsong like this and release it on a bad day. But perhaps we can, in our memory.