Sparrow

a mother sparrow

fluttered its wings

to fly past the ferocious storm.

her children

shrieked with exhaustion

their nest drowned in water.

the little bird

scavenged for human’s leftover

fatigued and famished

her vision are blurred.

she made it home

fed her famished babies

they asked, “why do we

have to live in the city?”

because we’re the house sparrows

the best kind of architecture

runs deep in our blood.

these sheds are our homes

she said, as she covered them

with her wet, waxy feather.

look outside,

the street lights are changing

as long as you still got your wings

you’ll survive anything.

t.l.

if the city birds can live through the storm, so can you.