A dead sparrow might be . worth a ha-penny or not . so much, Alive and pulling . darting eyes out from feathered treetops . to a stoppered sky, It's unaccountably more precious . than the counted hairs on us both . tethered here or there, She's beyond that and whichever . more to me as I am, As helpless to help her . escape it
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