wings

chirp chirp chirp

Flutter flutter flutter

thud..........

I closed my novel

and turned around.

lying on the ground

was a small sparrow

pink, fragile, tender

all skin, no feather.

she looked at me

tears in her eyes,

(or was it my imagination?)

I picked her up

on my palm.

She streched her arms

trying to fly

away to her nest

but.....alas

there were no feathers

on her juvenile wings