SPARROWS
DON’T CARE
[based on artwork by Peterio]
What do blackbirds care whether tree branch or
skeletal arm branches out for perching?
Late afternoon walkers see them at rest
and wonder if in their avian dreams
they see behind closed eyes the gifts of seed
scattered at their clasping toes or the wind
howling dark secrets about the demise
of autumn. What do blackbirds care if branch
or human arm uphold them at the heights?
Nor do they venture into the whys
and wherefores of the trunk’s rotting shoots,
how even trees die and from the chests of
the loveless, hearts break loose and fly away.
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Very nice imagery throughout. Love the line " howling dark secrets about the demise of autumn"
ReplyDeleteI like what you did with this Sal - wow - written from the perspective of the birds - and how true ... what do they care?
ReplyDeletehow even trees die and from the chests of
the loveless, hearts break loose and fly away.
these closing lines are golden - so powerful!
Thank you both for your kind comments.
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