As the cold persists, so does the little sparrow who pays me daily visits in my study. Or rather, just outside my study window. When I ignore him, he moves to the other window, a Velux just above my desk. I swear he sometimes uses the angled window as a slide, for the sheer fun of it! He never tries any of the other windows in the house. Just my study. Maybe he is my daily dose of inspiration.
Each day he comes.
First meek beyond belief,
easily flustered.
Then more insistent,
tilted sideway stares,
a tentative tap on the window.
Soon his toddler curiosity
makes him stop and stare
tenacious
polite yet quite determined.
Sometimes he brings friends,
my ears fill with little pecks
and slides down the Velux.
Cheeky little bird morse.
Expectant yet never disappointed.
How long before they realise
I will never open up?
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