Little Bird

It was only a Sparrow
a tangle of feathers
At the Kerb
a little spot of blood
a little pang of hurt
hit by a car
or a tumble from high
a gentle air
high in the sky
what tragedy and pain
for me sat beside
for isn’t a life a life
no matter what
and the wind
blows it’s feathers
and the traffic roars by
and i sit for a while
and have a little cry
little bird im sorry

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