A Winter’s Sparrow

Waking up to a winter’s gale
colder than a night’s tale,

A sparrow as small as a bead
walks up to some brown reeds,

Snuggling up tightly to a stem so bent
that it cannot even stand up on its end,

Basking upon a twig, in the rays
of a lantern as big as a shrimp

Flies out into the unknown