A sparrow did land
It’s wing hurt and broken
It’s life dependent on me
I looked out the window
The cold dark winter daring me
To make haste
Logic dictated that I take no action
As death was already waiting
Patiently in the tree
Yet my mind is jumbled
With heroics and caring
So I raced out the door a second not to waste
I captured the bird
And wrapped it in comfort
I placed it close to the fire
It shrieked and it cried
But I saw by it’s eyes that if God permitted tears
They would soon flow
I fed it some bread and patted it’s head
Seeking to assure it
That it’s straights were no longer dire
Alas I fell asleep and discovered upon awakening
It’s tiny soul had left
But I wish it had not been so
