Inquisitive

i just looked up and saw this Sparrow

On the Rosemary she sat

i was writing poetry

she knew where she was at

hiding in the cross fronds

pretending  not to see

i was on my i pad writing avidly

beyond my window,  work man

a cement mixer I heard

as for the tiny little sparrow

head cocked she had heard

all those curious sound bites

but still looked straight at me

wondering what filled my day

a kind of mystery

i had given her some seed today

earlier before

she actually got to that spot

and started to explore

with beaks do birds  smell

or with canny eyes do they just

see

the seed all glistening on the ground

Lateral  thinking possibly

down she darted scooped some seed

and back up on a stem

she did look quite inquisitive

actually a gem

she kind of made me realise

that she was watching me

Observing all my foibles

to her jabbering degree.