An Avian Tale

In the ephemeral early morning
stillness of a garden
gently illuminated by the
rising sun casting a golden glow
over green foliage and
flower petals bejewelled by the
night's silken rainfall, a song
sparrow scrabbles, finding a
still, pale moth and triumphantly
beaking its flutter-winged body
swoops atop the garden gate,
softly chirping encouragement
to her fledgling, taking to the air
in an uncertain swirl, not yet
fully the master of its potential,
its tiny perfect body feathered
tight in a minuscule perfect design
of exquisite form and function,
nature's fondly regarded star.