sparrows
the birds on
Butcher Row
just wanna be fed
off the crumbs
you don’t eat
their dreams are trees
the branch closest to the sun
is the warmest one
and when it rains
as it does
there’s something to drink
a puddle for bathing
the flight dries the feathers
and the view at the top
is not
just for an Eagle
or an Owl
or an Angel
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