Broken Sparrow

w c

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

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 28th, 2018 00:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Crystal Hope

    Wow! Excellently written

    • w c

      Thanks, Crystal! I appreciate your comment.

    • Goldfinch60

      It is always sad to see dead birds, or any animals but we do know that they will be in that "heavenly big oak tree.

      • w c

        Yes, G. There will be a heavenly oak.

      • orchidee

        A fine write w c. I saw a dead squirrel. I moved it to the side of the road, to save it being mangled. I was out on the road. I could not bury it.

        • w c

          Thanks, orchidee. Roadkill is the reason i like vultures. They help keep roads free of carcasses.

        • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

          So sad, especially for those who love birds.

          Thanks for sharing this rhyming poem.

          • w c

            Thanks, Tamara. I'm glad you enjoyed, "Broken Sparrows." Maybe my next one will about a bird alive and well.



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