Mister Sparrow


He woke me up this morning
Who's that tapping at my window?
Not sure as to take it as a warning
It's just my dear friend little sparrow

Chirping to the beat of an unheard tune
Who's that knocking at my door?
Must have fallen asleep to the moon
It's just my dear seagull from the shore

A thousand jazz melodies kept me awake
Who's that tapping at my window?
I awoke from a simple sudden break
It's just my kind soft spoken marrow

Silhouettes of the greatest divine
Who's that knocking at my door?
The most beautiful soul of any design
It's just my sweet visitor from before

Comments

SharoninWonderland said…
Photo Credit:

http://farrago.deviantart.com/art/Bird-Cage-11518991
May 16, 2010 at 6:30 AM
Fireblossom said…
Sharon, what have you been putting on your corn flakes lately, girl? Your last two poems have been just amazing! Sometimes you are so cute that I just want to wrap you up and take you home with me lol!

Have a great Sunday, my friend! :-)
May 16, 2010 at 7:14 AM
Sage Ravenwood said…
Loved this! (Hugs)Indigo
May 16, 2010 at 8:02 AM
Rathi said…
You are a really good writer Sharon. Keep the good work up....
May 16, 2010 at 11:16 AM
SharoninWonderland said…
Shay! This post made me laugh so much hahaha. This gal doesn't even eat breakfast! LOL It means alot to me thank you so much. My last poem is the most favorite of my "career" and what's strange is they come to me so early in the morning...around 3-5am!!


Indigo! I thank you, how are you my friend?

Ratz, you are so sweet. Thank you kindly!!!!!!!!
May 16, 2010 at 6:52 PM
Unknown said…
All I can really say is that I completely agree with what has been shared with you here and your poems and words are amazing...thank you for sharing.
May 19, 2010 at 8:56 PM
SharoninWonderland said…
Gabi, you really are too kind. Thank you lovely.
May 19, 2010 at 10:16 PM
Rathi said…
HI girl...Award for you at my blog....http://ratz-whatcanisay.blogspot.com/
May 24, 2010 at 9:39 PM
SharoninWonderland said…
THANK YOU RATZ I AM SO VERY HONORED!
May 25, 2010 at 3:33 AM
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