The streets were wedged solid with the chaos
of poorly regulated parking
and near-constant traffic gridlock.
I was on a CPU jeepney.
By the McDonald’s clock,
it was almost six.
Bored stiff, I turned my head
to the garden
in Bonifacio Drive.
There I saw a little sparrow
picking up some grasses,
its dinner.
It was alert to the danger,
watching the passersby.
It had as if a perky,
independent spirit.
Some children were
crossing the street
carrying their McDonald’s
takeaways.
The sparrow turned tail and fled.
Then the gridlock was over and it rained!
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