Maltese Sparrow Poem by Paul Reed
Maltese Sparrow
To see if he would come
You broke off a crumb
As a kind of goodbye
On a Maltese ledge set high;
And after a while he appeared
Not flown away as you had feared
And picked up with gratitude
That little scrap of food;
That bird's life you might have saved
Given the helping hand he craved
Love flew from your heart like an arrow
Fare thee well, little Maltese sparrow.
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