A Sparrow and Psychically Divining

I glance out of my second floor apartment window and see a sparrow sitting on top of the For Rent Sign stuck in the lawn for the vacant apartment below me.

The sparrow looks left and right and flies to the ground, maybe for a worm, if sparrows eat worms like robins.

Maybe he saw some other delicious morsel like a small bug.

He flies back on the top of the sign and doesn’t appear to be eating.

I’m wondering what he’s really thinking about sitting on top of that sign.

I know he’s not considering moving in, and I know he has a cortex with many neurons just like I do, so maybe he can think like me.

Then I wonder if he is pondering the nature of existence or maybe kinda like a Zen Buddhist contemplating the sound of one wing flapping.

I try to telepathically get inside his head to plumb his thoughts and the depths of his avian brain, but it’s a cold and rainy day, my brain waves are askew,

and my psychic transmissions have been rendered partly cloudy, and the sparrow has flown away anyhow, perhaps having psychically

divined what I was about and decided to fly away to avoid my faux pas invasion of his feathered privacy.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Quomodo cogis comas tuas sic videri? 79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA. Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional. I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more. View all posts by BobBoyd