Seeking Solace

There's a sparrow in my vision  
hidden amongst the buckthorn  
watching over the meadow,  
the desolate and forlorn  
 
Waiting with the moon glow  
for that moment to arrive  
a perfect aphroditic  
to keep one's soul alive  
 
Raptorial reputation unfound
a swallower of sorts they say  
flutters wings in redemption  
requests of the fortuitous grey
 
Seeking solace for what has gone  
it rears to heed the night  
a solumn song of lost content  
making feelings right