my dear tiny SPARROW
i miss your chirping in the mornings
all my childhood, you woke me
before the sun could announce the day
the nest you made many times
in a hole on the wall of my house
i climbed on the back of a few kids
to watch your tiny eggs laid
my heart breaks to learn you are extinct
for the sharp rays of the mobile towers
guilt contains my heart to comprehend
your presence will never be
relished by my children
your musical chirping will never
wake them up in the mornings
for them, remains only
the hollow power of the mobile towers
and not a tiny beautiful you
knowingly, unknowingly
i repent to have killed you
o my dear SPARROW.. i miss you
One of my favorite things at the last home I lived in was the tiny birds that came to my patio each day, always reminded me of the ziggy marley tune, three little birds. 🙂
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I.miss them.so.much
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