Category: Klash of the Konfessioners

  • wings

    chirp chirp chirp

    Flutter flutter flutter

    thud……….

    I closed my novel

    and turned around.

    lying on the ground

    was a small sparrow

    pink, fragile, tender

    all skin, no feather.

    she looked at me

    tears in her eyes,

    (or was it my imagination?)

    I picked her up

    on my palm.

    She streched her arms

    trying to fly

    away to her nest

    but…..alas

    there were no feathers

    on her juvenile wings