A Sparrows Sonnet by Melissa Faifer

A Sparrows Sonnet

by Melissa Faifer

I am a golden eagle, but by name

They call me Madam Sparrow, bird of grace.

I hide my heart, pretending to be tame,

Lest my inherent sin become disgrace.

My sparrow's eye is trained to seek out seeds,

My feathers are a frame that I must fill.

Around I hop, obscuring my misdeeds,

And weaving secret lies with expert skill.

Yet eagle instinct longs to feed on flesh,

So I my brother strike and leave for dead.

With steely talons others I enmesh,

Then bid them blame the guiltless owl instead.

My fellow birds have fallen formy bait.

But He who knows my heart I can't escape.