Tout petit moineau/The Little Sparrow

It was a Saturday; I was walking in the park
When something chirped above me ever so beautifully
And so I looked above to find nothing
And to my sides, and below
And then I felt something move off the top of my head that had found its way there ever so gracefully

But before I could find a mirror,
The little bird's face soon met mine
With its plump body and glimmering eyes
Its neck; more golden than harvested wheat
Its eyes; so tiny and full of innocence
And although my hair was in dire need of a wash,
And my corset, too,
I smiled as it met me
I wished to be more like it--
So innocent, so dumb
What's a bird to do in a city full of steam and smoke?
What kind of animal dared to live here?

So I cradled him, wrapping my fingers around his gentle wings
And I walked and walked, holding him like a child
As whispers of the wet city soundtracked our every move
"I can't afford to take care of my dog anymore..."
"Did you hear about the tsunami in Singapore? It's the second one to hit them this year..."
"Is she queer?"
I hoped they'd never learn...
But my feet wouldn't stop
Until they met a certain plaque

And they made their way in, and the bird chirped happily
As a travel carrier appeared in sight
And my hugs came to a close, and he made his way inside
The beautiful black bars, laced with gears and iron
Suddenly, fifty pounds didn't feel like a lot of money anymore...
So I swiped the card, and the cashier said, "Sorry, we only take PayPal".
I cursed silently, and pulled out my phone.
And soon, the cage was in my hands

We hopped onto a bus--
It was free, after all
And I gripped the carrier ever so tightly as the fligree metalwork bounced off of its walls,
As the wheels turned,
As the sky turned into a slightly darker shade of blue.

Thirty stops outside of the city;
That's where the only place for him was;
Where the grass is actually green and the air is clear...

I didn't feel quite ready to part with the bird--
The innocent, brave little bird
But I had no money to feed him, and no place to keep him
And so I set him free into the massive sky
Which I hoped would remain blue for him

And I prayed--not that I'm religious--that he would not suffer like me

And I guess I am just typing gibberish--
But I know it sounds beautiful