When the door,
broken at the hinges,
Finally fell from its frame,
the house stifled a cry,
gray-flecked walls fought back tears.
But the sparrow, solitude his nature,
said nothing at all.
With a hesitant glance
Towards eulogized halls
and the doorway, heralding his farewell.
Out through the grimacing window,
into a forgiving sky,
He flies.
