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Broken Sparrow

Broken Sparrow

 

A broken sparrow lay on the snow

As many passed him by

His little body long been cold

Underneath snowy skies

 

His feathers were stiff as sleet rained

With the wind gusting a bit

His little body there remained

As other sparrows flit 

 

The little marks on his chest

Could still be clearly seen

And in my mind was his call

As he perched for all to see

 

Never would he call again

With a greeting to his mate

And on Earth no future limb

To pass the time away

 

He lay there on a bed of snow

As another casualty

With his soul already arose

To a heavenly big oak tree