Quivering Sparrow Poem by Trade Martin

Quivering Sparrow



The breeze is strong....,
For the Quivering Sparrow....,
The days are long....,
For the Quivering Sparrow....,
Searching for food....,
Like insects and crumbs....,
Weighing the options...,
Just like street bums...,
Go through the garbage...,
For something to eat....,
Anything will suffice...,
It's sad to see...,
The roads covered with ice...,
And the Quivering Sparrow....,
Paying the price.

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