Flights Poem by shimon weinroth

Little sparrow, little sparrow
The prince is gone
Romance and magic flown
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Why do you circle round,

Round the hospital ground
And courtyard littered, concrete
Of facade gray, fading yellow red
Flocks and flocks a circling

Circling to escape sun beams
Seek holes and niches
Crevices and crannies
To nest in concrete

Tweeting calling, thrill of flight
Come in bands and crowds
Crowds and flocks
Each no bigger than my palm

Magpii and magi
Bewithcing souls of flight
And never landing, in my sight

Little sparrow little sparrow
What secret do you know
Impels you to go and fly about