The sparrow, dashes, frantic, urgent
Flickering through the vision with butterfly motion
Barely settling before hopping into flight
Liken this with the distant jet
Captured against the stillness of blue
Which glides effortlessly into the same frame
In stillness we observe its progress
The greater the distance the slower the motion
The stars are so removed
They hardly appear to stir at all
What secret then, rests within the flight
Of a single sparrow.
Adrian Wait
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sparrow-3/
