His eye is on

Work began early for me so I stepped out to get coffee and a pastry.  Rounding the sidewalk corner from the coffee stand, fiddling with the lid of my disposable cup, I stepped onto an unwary little house sparrow.  I felt the bird before I saw it, sensed the queasy pressure of its little body underfoot, and could only slow my landing stride a bit.  The sparrow was fast and strong and spread its wings against the sidewalk and pulled against the grippy vise of rubber sole and rough concrete that clamped it.  It escaped!  It all happened in a fraction of a second and left both of us a little stunned.  I stared down at the bird; for a moment it staggered.  The sparrow flew unsteadily away; as unsteadily to work trod back the lawyer.