The sparrow looks at me
As if it is an old friend of mine
Beating wings it flies to sit on
My shoulder to chirp and in joy
I feel as if on cloud nine
It has songs to sing and
Many stories to tell in my ears
With its small beak it kisses
My cheek and for its show of
Love I shed drops of tears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Sparrows are intelligent birds and have beautiful voices and their chirping and singing can be heard all over.. They are one of the friendliest species and seem to have particular affinity with humans. I can see how you likened a sparrow to an old friend. A beautiful poem. Very touching.