Oh bravest bird, you were the last
of your nervous congregation,
delicate and all aflutter,
to take wing away from that bread
as I walked passed.
Must you live your life in fearful
snatches? Torn in two directions?
Are you always last or sometimes
first? Sparrows in the snow, it is
hard in this world.
Oh bravest bird, you are to me
wisdom and courage in feather.
Carry your virtues so lightly
that you can flit and float and fight
death's every threat.
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