Sparrow (poetry)

I think the
small bird
that nestles in my heart

is a sparrow
little brown bird

ubiquitous and quick
sits singing
on a blade of tall grass
and flits in bushes
at any threat

at night
head under wing
quick heart beat
and warm feathers
in spite of rain
or wind or sun or snow

I wear the guise
of a monster
because I am afraid

but more and more
I forget
and step out of it

leaving only

a little brown bird