Sweet Brown Sparrow Poem by Barry Middleton

sweet brown sparrow
flirting round my barn

nesting in the hayloft
stirring up a storm

hens are gone to roosting
night is still and dead

sweet brown sparrow
come to my feather bed

I'm not afraid of morning
nor frightened by the night

I am afraid of dying
and life's too short to fight

sweet brown sparrow
it's safe here in the shade

fly down and stay a while
for soon the night will fade

by morn the sun is rising
our time will come no more

sweet brown sparrow
fly in and close the door