Category: Klash of the Konfessioners

chirp chirp chirpFlutter flutter flutterthud……….I closed my noveland turned around.lying on the ground was a small sparrowpink, fragile, tenderall skin, no feather.she looked at metears in her eyes, (or was it my imagination?)I picked her upon my palm.She streched her armstrying to flyaway to her nestbut…..alasthere were no featherson her juvenile wings