The Sparrow

Questions from the eye, how do we know if the sparrow cries,
For its release from the unjust mechanics of life,
If its wings are torn and its skin bare,
While its forgotten feathers float through the air,
How do we know if the sparrow cries?

Dawns ancient ring, when was the last time for a sparrow to sing,
Giving the gift of unnamed enchantress by way of whimsical melodies,
Floating about in the forest with not a care to be seen,
As bright rays of sun hit miniature eyes and traced perfect wings,
When was the last time for a sparrow to sing?

As the moon rises high, would you even care if the sparrow were to die?
Gasping for its last breath with a mind wreaking havoc, though a demeanor quiet,
Fear crippling its every limb, with haste to show that it is running out of precious time,
With the sparrow having never been given the option to fly, simply fly away from its untimely demise,
Would you shed so much as a single tear; would you even care if the sparrow were to die?
SadisticYellowBird SadisticYellowBird
18-21, F
1 Response May 5, 2012

Love it! Has a deep Poe style to it.... yet beautifully written!