We are happy to chirrup with the others but would the peacocks dance with us? Our coats not exotic but shabby and plain And we like being in places close to our nests We love the sky and to breathe the clean air But do not aspire to go where eagles dare Do not pity us, oh great birds of pride Our songs are sweeter- never mind our size For vanity and attention is not why they are sung But to plug the holes you skewered in our hearts
This piece is very close to me. Because between the lines it tells my story. They say I'm alone. But they don't know. I'm a sparrow.