Pearl white, ash black infant sparrows
Staring...at the empty bottles of merlot
Mesmerized...by their hued rufescence
Bemused...to the slow bleeding nuance
Fly not nestlings....still dwarfed you be
On midnight jaunts...while crows stalk
Soon you'll feel freedoms pulsing Heart
Bare Instinct superseding Mother-Love
Untie these nurtured threads, break free
Maternal mission finished, now it's time
To take wings....into the southern winds
Sparrows live to fly...the southern winds
Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
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