sparrow flight

master of the wind you carry your song on a thin line of light

the call of the night, ferry and merry with flare to wear lightly

no lust, no rust, just mussle and fuss the head and your truss

pyer and plane, just running again --- from the wind i suppose

tarry in feathery clothes a masterul pose, most presenty close

winnowing feathers of flustered impellors, struggle and gentle

host of the fence, mother of your children's defense --- intense

flighty yet fighting for more than a rite, a passage to skite --

those whom you smite

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will love a little sparrow who travels far and cries for rest? - Simon and Garfunkle