Sparrow's Last Prayer

Sparrow's tiny heart
gave out, as the arrow
shot her down.

Two gentle, cupped
hands lifted her up
as the rain poured down.

Sang her sweet song
as you took her away,
so the cats would not eat her.

No more will she spiral down
on the wind's thermals;
bury her beneath the Willow.

That tree's her mother-
the branches, where she was roosted.
Her soul lives on with wings unfailing,

that carry her towards the stars.
Remember Sparrow
in your prayers. Do her cries

still echo in your sleep?