the sparrow

The sparrow flies

In the open space in the sky

With its wings flapping away

Up and away it wings

Moving from tree to tree

No distraction on its way

The sparrow flies in the open sky

Sometimes hang down on the roof

Then it scoops down

Flying low to the ground

Rising slowly looking for food

But it doesn't see the glass block

It flies into it

The loud thud as it flops to the ground

The sparrow quickly gets back on its feet

Walking slowly knowing its danger ahead

After a few minutes of rest

The sparrow fully recovers from its headache

It takes flight to the sky again

Without looking back of its ordeal