The Sparrow

A little bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Then taps upon my window-pane,
And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.
So birds of peace and hope and love
Come fluttering earthward from above,
To settle on life’s window-sills,
And ease our load of earthly ills;
But we, in traffic’s rush and din
Too deep engaged to let them in,
With deadened heart and sense plod on,
Nor know our loss till they are gone.
~Paul Laurence Dunbar

You may know by now, I’m fascinated by dead birds.  Don’t get me wrong, I think they’re beautiful, in the most poetic way.  That’s why I always try to pair beautiful words with my bird photos. In a way, I do my best to create a compelling visual story, not just photographing a dead bird for a dead bird. So, here are my latest images of a sweet singing sparrow who fell prey to a roaming cat and was brought as a gift to it’s owner, who then gave it me so I could honour it the way I knew best.

Singing sparrow 1
Singing sparrow 2
Singing sparrow 3
Singing sparrow 4
Singing sparrow 5
Singing sparrow 6
Singing sparrow 7
Singing sparrow 8