No supplements for him
poor sparrow in the depths of despair
they just chatter and pecking at him
with no remorse or care

He limps to my window
he does chirp to come in
and I pick up his frail body
for me and him are now kin

I give him mealworms and tea
tell him don't worry I ingest the same you see
and with tears in my eyes
I lay one of compassion on his head

I tell him as I always do
get dark thoughts out of your head
for in less than a hundred years
all will here be dead


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris