THE SPARROW

There she was,

A tiny songbird

Soaring into heaven.

 

Her smooth round head,

High in the sky.

Her round wings,

Appraised the wind.

 

She searched for him.

Hoping to mate for life.

But instead, she had found another.

She fell, but couldn’t fly.

 

Aphrodite laughed,

As she realized.

It was her son, Cupid

Who just shot an arrow.

 

A sparrow and a hawk had just been united.

For so the tables had turned.

                         -Manya Singh Patel