A Sparrow Lands
The winds were treacherous. My flock askew. With ruffled feathers I sang to land. One after another we found refuge. “We’ll let the storm ride out” I chirped to the young.
The winds were treacherous. My flock askew. With ruffled feathers I sang to land. One after another we found refuge. “We’ll let the storm ride out” I chirped to the young.
