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