Sparrow Words

our words
the sparrow in the window
which when breathed
whispered
spoken
flies away to thrive
in the web of branches
fragile but strong enough
for its small claws

our words
the sparrow in the window
elusive and fleeting
fluttering into trees
perching in sturdy rods
silently breathing
until our distracted eyes
rests into recalling
that it will always be there
and we will never know
when it will die

our words
the sparrow in the window
crushed in my hungry hands
bones and beak breaking
feather and muscle ruffling
heart like ours beating
its death scattered
red in my fingers
left to me to be written


Oh, almighty xarfex, I offer you this sparrow! Let your powers flow through me! Augghhhhh! Nothing, just referring to this comic drawn by the cute Chris Allison. And no, I didn’t kill a sparrow. Really.

Poem No. 2 for this week’s poetry theme, “writing summer.”

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