One Cold Summer

(Inspired by: Bukowski's Cold Summer and As The Sparrow)
    
   
It was a cold mid-July morning  
I was about to leave the house  
when a sparrow dived,  
and messed up  
my car window with  
its unholy shit…  
“Don’t leave yet…  
I need a fucking  
drink,” the sparrow spoke  
to me,  
sitting on the  
ledge  
of my car door.  
“Don’t you remember  
me?  
I’m Charles…  
upon my death  
my spirit was in limbo,  
until the gods put me    
into this    
house sparrow.”  
Fuck you Charles,  
don’t mess with me!  
“I came to warn you,  
not to live the life I did.  
I could see brighter days  
ahead of you…”    
Feeling goose bumps now  
while hearing the last words,  
because those were the exact words  
Charles told me before he died.  
A toast is in order:  
to cold summer…  
to brighter days ahead,  
and to your death!  
I shot the sparrow  
to give my beloved poet  
well deserved  
eternal rest…