Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

Two Sparrows

Two sparrows huddled against the snow
through three white days of December storm.
You felt the cold for them, I know,
because you shivered every time
you looked at them, though our room was warm.
You made them toast and threw the crumbs
on a cleared place leeward of the drift
that blocked our walk.  The fourth day broke;
frost gleamed in the morning calm.
“The sparrows went,” I said.  “They left
no crumbs.”  Later, clearing the walk,
I found them where the snow had blown
over them in the night.  They shook
their wings and flew toward the sun.

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