Sparrow and Raven

Sparrow and Raven
Betsy McKenzie

The little sparrow hen was minding her own business
Pecking for crumbs on the sidewalk in the sun
When the raven casually enfolded her in his claws.

“This is not right! He can’t do this. He’s not a hawk.
He’s not following the rules!,” she screamed,
Struggling hysterically in the prison of his claws.

The raven seemed remarkably cool about it,
As if he scooped up little birds every day,
And flapped off heavily with them, hysterical in his claws.


February 1, 2006