Branches of the tree were bare. But the bird songs and the
warm sun made me feel certain that winter was ending. As I
watched, the sparrows dropped from their high perches and
settled again in the grass to hunt for food. Like winter, I was
just an interruption.
What part of the story does the poem focus on?
O A) The fact that it still looks like winter
O B) The ways you can see that spring is coming
What the trees look like before they get their leaves
OD) What the sparrows look like flying up into the oak tree