Brown Winged Sparrow
Just a brown winged sparrow sat
In a cage
Gilded, but a cage
Softly it sang out a melody
For a while
Sometimes happy, but a personal eternity
There was no answer to its refrain
The house was silent
The silence echoed wall to wall
Just a brown winged sparrow quiet
No song to sing
Forgot the notes; caught in its throat
Winter to spring; the bird was moved
Into the warm and golden light
Sun and air and noise suddenly
Just a brown winged sparrow staring out
A simple bird by the windowsill
Just a tiny thing, lost and staring…
Filed under: art, life, nature, poetry on October 27th, 2009
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