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

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd