This pleasant sparrow was perched upon my windowsill today
      Treetops swayed with her sorrowful, sparrow songs
          I sensed you around me, wrapping me within your warmth
              For those beautiful moments, I was alive.
My little bird departed and I thought of you
      Will she find another welcoming windowsill to rest upon?
          I long for those bittersweet melodies to float in the breeze again
              For one cherished second, I wasn't alone
A broken sparrow lied lifeless on my sidewalk tonight
     The dim light dotting the streets lazily masking the terror in her eyes
         I continued along my stroll, abandoning my metaphoric soul
            For the rest of my time, I will still hurt.