House Sparrow

They said you were blue so I got you a card. It sings when you open it. The clouds move, & the usual stars & crickets: a card like a garden, missing only the mated pair of primates flinging their feces at some snake. I’ve just flown out from the tree beside the tree beside the tree & there you are, your eye on my hugger-mugger life. I have to say you’re beginning to creep me out. Where did that enormous coffee mug come from & why is it wearing a leopard’s spots? And God, much as I appreciate you holding my world in your mitt, I have to ask: whose damn blue egg is that?