You too
In my youthful wanders and
Wonders,
I found a small sparrow
with its poor foot
stuck
in a piece of twine
it had used to build its nest.
With the fear from capture
It sang out
to the cars
and children,
all passers-by,
but even if they could hear him
he was too far to touch.
“I’m sorry, sir”
I told him, “but
you got yourself into this
and I think you’ll have to find a way out.”
He looked and me
And cawed
“You too.”
