The Sparrow

A little bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Then taps upon my window-pane,
And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.

So birds of peace and hope and love
Come fluttering earthward from above,
To settle on life's window-sills,
And ease our load of earthly ills;
But we, in traffic's rush and din
Too deep engaged to let them in,
With deadened heart and sense plod on,
Nor know our loss till they are gone.

~ Paul Laurence Dunbar

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A gorgeous day. Also a productive one. I've tracked down and rounded up all the things necessary to make this year's Halloween costume for my daughter. We rewarded ourselves with a stop at the local ice cream stand where we enjoyed what was probably our last ice cream of the season.