I emerged from the earth’s warm bowels,
As snowflakes osculated and tickled my brows,
The cold wind howled and tussled my hair,
As my feet hit the pavement, seemingly without care,
The slate skies above me,
So sullen but bright,
Rained down flurries,
Held the promise of night,
I tread the ground softly,
My mind suffused in worry,
Of things that might’ve been,
Were it not for some pain and much fury,
My eyes cast low, watched my feet tread beneath,
Then right there before me I beheld a scene with much grief,
A sparrow lying still, frozen to death but in peace,
Its body shattered, its wings strewn awry,
Yet those tears I shed,
Were they for him or for I?
