We were in the brushwood
Hoping to shoot a sparrow
Combing the dense thicket
Teaming with daisies and yarrow
The wood was silent and calm
The sunlight seeped through the trees
The chirping was heard nearby
Drowning the buzz of the bees
Sparrows are kept as pets
They are even fine as food
I hope we’ll glimpse them soon
A flock of them will be good
“His eye is on the sparrow.”
Have you heard of that line?
Whoever ‘his’ means in the lyric
Today, it is yours and mine.
Shhh…
In a small clearing in the wood
Next to a peacefully flowing brook
We both spotted a sparrow
And we froze for a better look
Be quick, my friend, he said
Let’s shoot before it flies
It seems there are more of them
The luck is on our side
I aimed with all my power
And trained my hungry eye
Pressed my quivering finger
Hoping the sound won’t shock the guy
Click! Click! Click!
I made a line of shots
While they chirped and preened in joy
Perching on the twigs
Heedless of the noise
We came home in the dusk
After a merry shooting spree
A camera full of sparrows
Two hearts full of glee