A Musing (not really as poem)

Today,
In the prison,
I saw a tiny little baby sparrow sitting on the wire.
As I passed by he didn't flinch.
I returned.
And put out my finger,
And touched his little tail feathers.
He didn't move.
He may have been shit-scared,
But I rather like the thought
That he hadn't yet learned to fear humans.
It was the best thing that happened to me today.


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(it's supposed to say 'Not Really A Poem', how annoying...)

It's often the little things that touch you isn't it Carl, a bit like that sunset I think I told you about. I am a bit scared of birds, so I wouldn't have been able to touch it I don't think.

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Originally Posted by edhewitt

It's often the little things that touch you isn't it Carl, a bit like that sunset I think I told you about. I am a bit scared of birds, so I wouldn't have been able to touch it I don't think.

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Yeah, it's ALWAYS the little things. The little things in life are the big things.

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Originally Posted by carlmaloschneider

Yeah, it's ALWAYS the little things. The little things in life are the big things.

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Certainly a small thing when you really need it is bigger than a big thing when you dont, they are usually more memorable too :)