The rain was heavy
The wind was strong
The shreds of the nest
Of the sparrow’s above
Lie scattered below!
In the slushy garden floor
Close to a puddle
Cold and shivering
Naked, featherless
Barely alive!
Chirping still!
Lay the fallen chick!
Mama and papa! Help!
She must have chirped
But in the pattering of the rain
Everything seemed to drown
Now exposed to the elements
In a sudden twist of fate
There she was! Just left to die!
Blue umbrella in hand!
Splashing through the puddles
Jack was in a hurry!
But something stopped him
A chirp, a squirm
A moving form
Ah! A little birdie!
A poor little one! He says!
His heart was moved
Compassion flowed
With tender hands of Love
He picked up her up!
A tear or two
He must have shed !
In a cut out milk carton
Stuffed with warm gray wool
He gently placed her
Chirp! Chirp!
Is all that she could mange
As she snuggled into the warmth
He found the crevice her nest was once hidden
He ran to the garden
Fetched a wooden ladder
And gently placed her
He heard some chirping
Patiently he waited
Soon a pair appeared
Sparrows!
Mama and papa!
He sighed with relief
His heart filled with happiness
His soul beamed with compassion
As he reached home now as a more complete man
He prayed and sat down
Only to enjoy his favorite meal
Roasted chick-en!
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