Simple Sparrow

If I splayed out fresh worm,

Pink, crisp, fidgeting with nutrients

Squirming, squelching like my restless heart

Would simple sparrow feast?

Soar down and replenish his wings,

Strengthen his flight

Refill flesh between bare twig bones

Layer color onto feathered canvas

Indulge, frolick, bathe in dreampools of tomorrow's sunset flight

Do writhing faceless bodies ignite nature's flame?

Dampen the sharp edges of the forest

And dim the hues of the un-pink

Until simple sparrow hones in on hunger

Fears charred in the periphery of eyes ablaze with instinct

Peck, nibble, peck

Fragile heart flutters

Suppose simple sparrow snubs

Wings turn digitless feathered limbs

Beak constrained to silent warble

Warm pink shimmers now pulse with hesitancy

Squelching echos

Writhing rings,

Everything is noise

Dreampools deafened and dazed until senses distorted

Sanguine earholes lead astray

marble eyes roll away

Now tomorrows reflection pokes and prods at his distant heart tune

A futile ball of rhythmic flesh succumbs

to empty whispers

Voices entangled in disquietude

Until squirming and squelching only belong to yesterday