A sparrow flew by me and for an instant he was a white owl.
The sparrow owl landed on the ground and looked to me
with knowing eyes and as much of a smile as a sparrow owl can muster.
“That bird is a magic.” I know.
A sparrow flew by me and for an instant he was a white owl.
The sparrow owl landed on the ground and looked to me
with knowing eyes and as much of a smile as a sparrow owl can muster.
“That bird is a magic.” I know.