No Song Sparrow

No Song Sparrow
Prologue – For no reason I can fathom, I woke this morning with a song on my mind.
Coffee on the porch, and then…

No Song Sparrow
Upon a bird bath   on our lawn
  a sprite Song Sparrow lit
He drank a taste   and turned his waist
  but never did he sit
Then I could see   not like was he
  adorned as other birds,
His rump was rounded,   in a stump
  no tail in other words

I asked him
  Happy Song Sparrow,   tell
  me of what do you sing?’
He said
  I have no tale to tell,
  no story do I bring,
I fell out of the sky one May,
  a brown and striped thing,
I’ll return back   on high one day,
  a simple gracious being,
But of the time   these dates enfold,
  a life time in between,
I have not got   a tale to tell
  I can’t sing of a thing.

He took off on two splashing wings,
 our discourse at an end,
I watched him rise up to the skies,
  then to a tree he wend

For tho’ he did   not sing a note
  while he stood in our dish
Yet by my word,   I loved that bird,
  what burdened he, my wish
For he knows no   affairs of Man
  how we keep our estate
Tho’ for his simple   minded care
  a few short years his fate

He was a bird, and in a word
  a better man than me,
Yet as a man, I’ve time to plan,
  Corrupted as I be