Flight

the sparrow flew in the air to spread its wings,
magnificently she swerved and dived.
how she loved herself because of her admirers,
least that she knew that her foes were not behind..

from somewhere came our big enemy,
thriving as she thrived.
not a moment lost as he did his work,
the young bird saw his mother as she died..

devoid of food with no shelter,
the little bird could not survive.
how much he loved his mother we don't know,
but his sorrows could not hide..

thus a family ended with no beginning,
a perfect example of how we divide.
life is the big enemy i must say,
and we are the sparrows without the flight..