I'm only a tiny sparrow. Here cast upon a house top
in the dead of winter. I look down upon the bleak
snow. Not a sign of food. A seed, a crumb, even a
delinquent bug, from it's nest of shelter. None for the
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But Sparrow: if you should fall, He will not fail to notice it....(smile)
a sparrow in winter will suffer indeed, out of its warm habitat of habit. We are often like this poor sparrow, thrown out of our habitat, searching for morsels here and there only to feast on a leftover from a past repast. good write, Joe