A poem about a brave sparrow |
There was once a proud sparrow His handsome white plumage striped with brown This sparrow had a wonderful life Nested with his children and his wife The sparrow lived a great many years Racing his children through the leaves But as he watched the seasons change The sparrow knew his end was near One year, as Summer changed to Fall, and the air blowing around him became crisp, the proud sparrow fell ill and he knew Death would soon call. Though he grew weak The sparrow felt no sorrow He saw each new dawn as a gift The proud sparrow would not be bleak Early one morning, while the sparrow watched the sun rise A dark shadow passed over him Through the branches he saw a predator most foul His neighbors were still asleep, this hawk would be their demise Mustering all his strength, the sparrow raced to meet his foe They clashed, both shrieking, talons blazing The sparrow fought valiantly, ripping apart his enemy’s feathers But the hawk was stronger, and he delivered the final blow There was once a proud sparrow His handsome white plumage striped with brown This sparrow had a wonderful life Nested with his children and his wife |