Presently, one after another, like shyly hopping sparrows, her friends arrived, black against the snow.
~ Marcel Proust
...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...
~ John Geddes
She listens to the delicate fluttering of sparrows' wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds her of life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now dissolving into space.
~ J.j. Brown
