Death of A Sparrow
By Fife4
The humble sparrow. Valiant and true. Forgotten in time Yet refreshed anew. In flight of fancy Soaring toward the sky, I wave my hand. No more. Goodbye. If I could take wing, I would by his side. For such sights this bird must see But, alas, must be denied. If he were to push me down Back to the earths cold floor, I would bring out my wrath And strike him down to fly no more. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 03:24 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The humble sparrow...."