One day there was a dog digging in my yard, I didn’t know him, I told him to “shoo” but he didn’t leave.  I took a small bucket of water and threw on him to make him go.  He ran away.  Then I cried.  He only wanted a little friendship, a little love and I spent the rest of the morning driving around looking for him to tell him “I’m sorry”.  For some reason this poem of the small, frightened, hurt sparrow made me think of it.