This sparrow lived in the awning above the front door to my building, which I can see from my bedroom window. Each morning, he would sit on the wrought iron in a spot where the decorative glass had fallen out and would sing. I woke up like this each morning. One day, I woke to find him on the ground under the awning. I miss his song.
"Serenading Sparrow" Jessica Boehman, Watercolor and digital drawing, 2022.