Poems of a Sparrow || Book 1

The Sparrow | Part Two

This is a two part piece. No you aren't one the wrong one. I wrote part two first, so I am putting it first. Part one is next so I have put it next. I did it this way because that is the order I wrote it. Would it make more sense the other way? Probably. Do I actually care though? No this is my piece and this is the way I intend it to be read. But if you read part one first who am I to stop you? Enjoy!

The sparrow cries out but he is never heard. He cries out at different times in the day. Not to woo a mate, no no. He merely wants to be heard. He strains his voice with the volume of his calls. The sound pierces the air yet all his hard work falls onto deaf ears as no one will even spare him more than a glance. Other birds sometimes sing back to him. They call out to him sometimes y'know? And he listens. He always listens to what they have to say. He'll even gives them advice and try to help them. He tells them the things he has learned, the sights he has seen, and the places he has been. Tells them of the mistakes he has made in hopes they do not do the same. Tells them of the life lessons he has learned in desire of teaching them how to live. He does this because as Oscar Wilde once said, "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." The sparrow wants others to live not to merely exist!

Time and time again this young sparrow sings his song of laments. And even after all the time he has devoted to those who have touched his life, no soul ever wants to hear his tune. It is with a heavy heart that he finds himself sitting on a branch. Sitting there with nothing, not even the sure wind that billows around him, that amounts to enough to help him spread his wings and take off again. He is lucky if he even shuffles to a different spot on the branch if only to have a different view. He is alone in his mind with nothing but a brittle sort of air in his lungs, a chill of sweat running down his spine, and a coldness of abandonment spreading in his heart. As for his tune? He no longer attempts to sing it. A song that once charmed those in his presence now remains in his chest long forgotten. And just like his old sorrowful cries, the sparrow himself slowly fades away. Can you hear his song as he sings it one last time just for you?

I have never ended a piece on question before so that was new for me...

I told a friend of mine that I used a sparrow for these two pieces but I couldn't quite figure out why. She said "because sparrows are so pretty but always get over looked." Which is better than what I WAS thinking which is that I watched "The Princess Diaries" a few days ago and well... Eagle & Sparrow. Iykyk. Anyways I hope you enjoy both pieces.

- Lake