Talented words!

There were seven
but they were not flies
and I was the “giant”
looking at them from up high.

Golden-crowned sparrows
danced under the rain.
They were not in Broadway,
there was no stage.

There were seven
on my grass today,
gracefully jumping
for me to see
that every morning,
through quarantine,
miracles happen
among humanity.

My ink has been
for too long dry.
There were seven tiny fellows
who brought it back to life.
I had seen them in a movie last week.
when two sweethearts
found them on a tree.

I would have never guessed
that they were so close to me.
Seven golden-crowned sparrows
made my day.

There were seven
making me think
that something is coming for me.

© Ámbar Varela
Text: April 27, 2020  Image: October 3, 2017