A little bird
Perches on a branch.
A beautiful, golden-feathered
Little bird.
Her eyelids
Are closed in sleep.
She may have beautiful dreams,
Perhaps.
How wonderful to be
A little bird,
To wake up
And fly away.
by Magdalena Klein
I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn. Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)