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The Sparrow
I saved a little bird today
A little gypsy sparrow
That came tumbling down on a straight
Line wind
The feathers of a fate ridden arrow
This clumsy, spastic fledgling
Pitched in from a raging storm
So hard and fast she convulsed in shock
Her feathers were twisted and torn
I saved a will to live today
With a strength of heart to soul
I touched her with prayerful hands
As if she could somehow know
I was fighting this morning for both of us
Beyond symbols or metaphor
This felt like second chances divine
An open window for a closed door
I covered her body and hid her away
For the panic and fear to subside
And I have never seen a more
beautiful sunrise
Than the one she met it in that sky
A little gypsy sparrow
That came tumbling down on a straight
Line wind
The feathers of a fate ridden arrow
This clumsy, spastic fledgling
Pitched in from a raging storm
So hard and fast she convulsed in shock
Her feathers were twisted and torn
I saved a will to live today
With a strength of heart to soul
I touched her with prayerful hands
As if she could somehow know
I was fighting this morning for both of us
Beyond symbols or metaphor
This felt like second chances divine
An open window for a closed door
I covered her body and hid her away
For the panic and fear to subside
And I have never seen a more
beautiful sunrise
Than the one she met it in that sky
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