I stood at the kitchen window. I watched the sparrow. The sparrow gathered our dog's fur. Freddy's fur. I wondered if the sparrow could fly With the weight of the fur in its beak. I watched the sparrow Fly with the fur. I watched the sparrow fly over the fence. I lost sight of the sparrow. In Sunday School we learned. "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care." And “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them." This is a Holy Mystery. Last Spring a robin built a nest In a wreath on our front door. I watched another robin Build a nest in our Weeping Cherry Tree. I watched a sparrow, too.