sparrow and the wolf
james vincent mcmorrow
sparrow and wolf lay as still as the blades of the grass
of colour and size that would last
caught them a lark in a trap
before that small bird could sing
bruised by the size of the rain
begged for love to remain
all of the furniture sold
use it for warmth when you're cold
seen no joy in this world
will not know of your ways
seen no joy in this world