My sparrow is quite common:

Bouncy, happy and elusive.

Plays hide and seek

among the branches

braiding the four corners

of my square.

Calls me with the singing

of a childish laugh,

and it disappears

leaving me alone,

searching for its improbable shadow.

I want to be like my sparrow:

Small, humble,

happy and free.

And when the sorrows drown me,

I would like to jump

and fly with my little wings

to disappear in a blink,

and cry my tears of blood

where nobody can see me.

Text and photo: © Olga Brajnović