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.