one wing she fluttered
sideways down to me
caught her in my right hand
softly
fluttered and fought
my grasp
this was life I wondered
how might I fix it
but I couldn't
she died in my hand
I turned it all
into philosophical
ramblings
about how I might feel obligated
to save others
then said hell with all that
psychological  mumbo jumbo
it was a sparrow
hurt and alone
and I held her
that is all
and she passed
in my grasp