Interview Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

“I as a bird”
Said the sparrow then flew from top of the fence to wash in a greenish small pond,
“…like a nest…”
Its tiny feathers of brown shades marked with black, spread with sparkles of water,
“…but prefer freedom…”
It sank in the little left over of rain, turned green from the fallen leaves by the wind,
“…is valuable…”
Another sparrow entered and the first shows ownership as if saying welcome but…
“…though costly…”
His look, his crown and beard, the grey and black stripes aligned with browns, said:
“…and winters, and the cold are hell.”