The Sparrow

I took a walk on a path one day

to my surprise it led me away,

I cast my eyes upon it there,

a rotting tree so sad and bare.

Down the path a tall tree stood

all sad and now just rotting wood,

On its branch a sparrow perched

it seem to be talking to the earth.

As I listened to its painful tale of an

arrow that flew and the sparrow wailed,

The wind blew oh blow wind oh no

not for me , but for the sparrow in the tree.

Sing sing oh sing for me just like a sparrow in

the tree but just then the earth shook,

The tiny bird fell and died

I hung my head and then I cried.

For in every women I see a tiny sparrow

just like me

                       By Catherine Clain(A Friend)