Sparrow.

Sparrow - The window-sill's mourning.

The window-sill, on which the sparrow
rests and gently streaks his feathers
bladders in the orange setting sun.

The gray-white paint, for four years done
and in that time its cracks had gathered
matters not to hawk alurking from the barrow.

Its eyes are fixed to slits so narrow
awaits the wind its breath to gather
and as it comes, the hawk is gone.

Drying in the orange setting sun
all remains are blood-struck feathers
and the sill of window mourning sparrow.

Sparrow - The sparrow's last day.

A sparrow, in its silent gile
upon a sill itself sat down
streaked his feathers, dark and brown
and rested for a while.

It didn't see the slitted eyes
that upon the bird looked down
didn't see the shadow, dark and brown
in the barrow's guise.

A breath of wind the air did fill
claws came upon the sparrow down
a beak brought death, so dark and brown
and a stain upon the sill.