Fledgling Sparrow
by Helen George

While watching the birds from my patio door,
I witnessed a sight I'd not witnessed before,
A tiny little sparrow, not yet full grown,
Was sitting near the fence waiting all alone.

It's a fledgling sparrow not long from the nest,
Trying out its wings and now stopping to rest,
It fluffs out its feathers and opens its beak,
Calling for the mother bird, it lets out a squeak.

Then bravely it flies up to the top of the fence,
Where the mother bird sees it and does commence
To offer it food from one beak to another,
It may have left home, but she's still its mother!