Sparrow

Dwarfish form flitted gleefully
Amongst the branches and leaves.
A blurry brown never resting,
Only to pick the seeds
To satiate the twittering brood.

Blackened thieves with sharpened tools,
Emboldened by size and disdain.
Robbed her dry of earned keep
And desecrated the nest,
Left it butchered and torn.

Empty eyes on abhorring sight,
A grief hardly conceivable
For one bereft of guilt.
And yet the silence echoes,
Stabbing the chilly air.

Winter spent and Spring awakes;
To the familiar shrills and
That similar woven basket.
A blurry brown beneath the foliage,
Never resting.