Swooping spirited,
a chipping sparrow,
bright and secure,
lands agile in a bush.
singing sanguinely;
he’s not even noticing me.
There’s a chipping sparrow
teaching me how,
solitude can be healing,
featly pulling in placidity
singing peace to me.
And suddenly,
I feel slight,
shifting air,
like a dandelion seed
weightless and lackadaisical.
with how I am,
don’t ask me how
I’m sitting in this moment now.
Free
Dawning Creations 
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