White crowned sparrow in the yellow Lady Banks rose bush

Paths Crossed

A sparrow’s time is different than mine
Her actions much more determined

It’s dawn, time to feed
A long day awaits her

It is only by chance
Our paths crossed at the roses

She leaves its shelter to forage
I ready myself for the day, as well
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Poem #6 for NaPoWriMo and April Poetry Month