Sparrows, not Arrows
- veradapozzo8
- 12 hours ago
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Last weekend, I saw and heard plenty of sparrows in Lillestrøm and Oslo: a joy for the eyes, the ears, the heart and the soul.
I remembered the old and happy times, when sparrows were numerous in our street and their joyous chirping filled our tiny garden and echoed into our modest home.
Back to Paris, where, as in Palermo, the sparrows' population have dramatically decreased since 2005, I have had the joy to see them in various places where their survival is made possible by old buildings and other architectural structures which allow them to find a safe place to stay and to live in.
Little Messengers of Venus
Sent by God on Earth among us
Bringing Joy and Happiness,
Thank You for your Presence!
Good People do not want Arrows,
But more and more Lovely Sparrows
Short article and poem above by me; photo below by me, taken somewhere in Paris, while sharing my breakfast with a bunch of sparrows who recalled me of my childhood.
Vera da Pozzo
4th July 2026
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