Sparrow lands on the deck rail

Why he's there I cannot tell

But sits and stares with empty eyes

Chirping rhythms to my head

The swing rocks slowly under me

As I watch the sparrow stare

How is it those eyes look so familiar?

As if I see them every day

My reflection is small in those dark eyes

As I perch on the swing and stare

At this sparrow on my railing

Sitting on my swing I ask

Why is it he stares at me?

He rocks on his legs then takes flight

Leaving the deck

I stand up from my swing

And go inside