When did the sparrow decide to jump ship into the arms of the birch, a brown and rustling branch just wide enough to challenge? Don't say it wasn't something to behold and an act of courage Too much to concede, this song of hurrah, this hint of hunger Wandering through the furrows one wrong step and then stumble Right oneself in the eyes of the field mice So busy watching, not fast enough to escape Hawk into current, heat into straw, one bite follows another as sure as snow drifts from the north
You didn't ask me so I am saying nothing, sort of
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just wide enough to challenge?
Don't say it wasn't something to behold
and an act of courage
Too much to concede, this song of hurrah,
this hint of hunger
Wandering through the furrows
one wrong step and then stumble
Right oneself in the eyes of the field mice
So busy watching, not fast enough to escape
Hawk into current, heat into straw, one bite
follows another as sure as snow drifts
from the north