A little sparrow sweet,
I found beneath my feet,
Along the garden path,
Barely, feathers, yet it has,
Little tiny wings, when spread,
To fly, too tiny yet,
No little tail to steer,
Just a bare bottomed, little rear,
Crouched, it sat in fear,
His mommy nowhere near,
A cat that on the prowl,
Could painfully it maul,
So instead, I cupped it in my hand,
With care, I placed it on a stand,
Bundled warm, but open door,
In case his mom, by him would soar,
But no such luck, I waited long,
No one heard his pleading song,
In desperation then, and care,
Quickly found some food to share,
An eye drop for his little beak,
The only way to feed,
It seemed it wanted more,
Had food for him in store,
I watched him from afar,
To see his beak ajar,
And quickly then, I would,
Therein, a little food, I’d put,
And so it went, till dusk was near,
Late went to bed, with fear,
And prayed, for it to be,
There, in the morning free,
Wings it found and tail to steer,
As it flew to heaven near,
An Angel now, but, cold down here,
I knew, but, why the tear.
21/07/2008
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Georg
your faith, though, helps
Gina