The other sparrow poem

This is just a piece of fluff, but then, so is the original:

Sparrow my lover’s delight
playing then holding on tight
to her finger, and pecking at corn
beak pecking her flesh like a thorn
I’d prefer that I could make her smile
and lighten her gloom for a while
like you do. But at least she has you
and for now that will just have to do

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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