On the wires a lone sparrow sits
sun warming his fluffy coat,
wind ruffling his feathers gently
stroking him like a soft hand.
He died ten years ago -
well, he was meant to die.
But he turned into a sparrow
escaping death in the sky.
From the wires, he watches life pass
friends moving on with their day.
loneliness gnaws at his tiny heart
He is close, but worlds away.
The sparrow glides down ...