Wednesday, June 13, 2012

A Tiny Brown Moth and a Little Gray Sparrow

By Michael David Rawlings
Copyright © 2011
 
A tiny brown moth, believing his heart above all else,
Battered himself against the window pane,
Thinking to embrace the morning air—wings a-flutter.



 

A little gray sparrow, believing his hunger above all else,
Battered his sharp beak against the window pane,
Hoping to spear the tiny morsel—wings a-flutter.

Eager, persistent, furiously tap, tap, tapping.
Bemused!
Frightened!
Angry!
"What is this?" the sparrow exclaimed. "His soft belly bruises my beak!"
And still the tiny brown moth
Battered himself against the window pane,
Eager to embrace the morning air—wings a-flutter.





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