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
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
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