Sparrow

Today I woke up and I was a sparrow,
ate worms, flew, scratched fleas,

landed on limbs, was chased by black birds,
was annoyed by the hammering of a woodpecker.

Man is the enemy, his guns, his horrible language,
his chainsaws, his disrespect for anything that flies.

I guess I have too much time on my wings.
I look and listen and take in.

I build nothing, isn’t it curious?
And yet I am quite content.

I eat worms, bugs, breadcrumbs,
I fly and I scratch my fleas.

Did you think I was going to enlighten you?
Friend, I am but a sparrow.