Sparrow

I awake

Most days

Below a robins nest

With my wings

So cold

And a heart that overflows

To redden snow

I've been an envelope

Are you the sparrow

With a letter red

Blood fluttered

In plumes

For the bayonet

Has carved away

And it carves away

At the arrowhead

Lodged within my breast

Sparrow

We all end up

Buried in the snow

So pick leaves and cover me

Pluck the arrow

From my breast and let me rest

So far below

The robin's nest