A Lone Sparrow Poem by Patricia Grantham

A lone sparrow begins to build her warm and cozy nest
Searching for materials to stand the harsh weathers test
Gathers moss from trees, dried leaves and some sticks
Builds a home for herself and her soon to be chicks

She finds a place where instinct says that it's secure
Carefully weaving it together, that is her only chore
The days began to pass and then turned into weeks
Leaving the nest only when there is food she seeks

The time had finally came when her eggs began to hatch
Protecting them from being objects of an untimely catch
Gone for just a little while can't leave her nest for long
Must return home right away until her chicks grew strong

Don't trouble that lone sparrow, it's hard to guess her mood
Will fly right out and peck you when you disturb her brood
From that little lone sparrow some feathered friends were born
Perched under an old oak tree until the sweet and early morn




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