One-Legged Sparrow

One drop fell down, one followed more Then my count failed, free downpour From two cloudy eyes, tears wishes feet My lone miseries, life's endless beat. On my bay, a sweet sparrow sat Flown from far, but resting at last In his beak a thread, thin long Kept his weight down, started a song. Weary of singing, he looked over wings In such small frame, life joyfully blinks Then I spot his one-legged walk How shameful my moans, how so dark! Oh God, tiny wings evinced glee In his woes, but a king in flee. Honorable Mention in BRIAN'S CHOICE F,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand