The Sparrow
Foggy
Drizzling rain
Droplets begin collecting
Marring the polished wood
Where the little sparrow stood
Windy
Trees swaying
Tears and mourners
Uplifting scripture is spoken
The sparrows soft cries awoken
Flowers
Sickingly sweet
Meals are delivered
Grieving friends from church
The windowsill the sparrows perch
Living
Seemingly stopped
Weeping at gravestone
Loss they can't abide
Faithful sparrow at their side
Time
Marching on
Sun creeps in
Tunnel fills with light
And the sparrow takes flight
January 2023
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