When a Sparrow Falls
When a sparrow falls
Do the other birds notice?
Do they search for you in vain
As they wonder at your fate?
Do your feathered brethren mourn
As I do inside when I discover
Your tiny, spent, lifeless form
Discarded there in the gutter
Of an oblivious and uncaring city?
Will any living creature remember
Your sweet, happy songs
And your little birdie desires
And your charming little
"peep-peeps"
As you tried your best to survive?
In grieving for you, perhaps
I also take pity on myself
Or, more properly, on my own
Slowly fading physical form.
But then again,
Perhaps my sadness arises
From a wish to follow you there
Into a freer, happier world.
Though our mortal forms must perish
Our truest selves shall always persist.
Even as Time weeps for Its departed
Eternity rejoices in their return.
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