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 Little Sparrow - Lost
Practicing with his bow
he spies a cottontail,
Little Sparrow smiles wide
as the rabbit he begins to trail.
Moving with all the stealth
his nine summers will allow,
He vows to catch old long ears
someway, some how.
Roasting over a fire there is
no better fare,
His stomach growls approval
for tasting this little hare.
The tracks are easy to follow
because the earth is soft and damp.
His eyes glued to the ground
he strays farther from the camp.
His patience is being tried
as the trail leads here and there,
Up the hill down the hill
as the rabbit hops everywhere.
The sun is dipping low when
the rabbit comes into sight,
Little Sparrow has been so excited
He doesn’t notice it’s almost night.
He judges the distance as
he takes careful aim,
He wants his arrow to fly true
to bag his first wild game.
As true as the sun quickly
setting in the west,
His arrow strikes home
he has passed his first test.
Scrumptiously Little Sparrow
tonight expects to dine,
But his flint-stones for a fire
he can’t seem to find.
"Oh well," he says
"I’ll just take him back home."
That’s when he realized
too far did he roam.
The shadows were fearsome
much like the great bear,
How his little heart was pounding
they gave him such a scare.
He knew not where he was
as the trees all looked the same,
Now it was too dark to see
his tracks from whence he came.
Terrified and alone with
the creatures of the night,
The "would be" little warrior
is shivering with fright.
The scream of the cougar
the owl asking who?
The scared little warrior thinks
that for certain he is through.
With tears in his eyes he calls
the Great Spirit’s name,
He says he’s so sorry
for all the trouble he’s to blame.
He says, "please get me home
and I promise to be good."
"Well, at least I will try to do
as I should."
Sounds all around made
by the creatures of the night,
This scared little warrior
is one pitiful sight.
He can’t see very well
for his eyes are filled with tears,
He just knows something is coming
and it’s adding fuel to his fears.
Frozen with fear like
a tree that’s taken root,
Little Sparrow can’t lift
not one little foot.
It must be a fire demon
crawling on the ground,
A crackling and a sputtering
are the demons only sound.
Into the clearing it came
burning close to the earth,
Following Little Sparrow’s trail
was the father of his birth.
A happy reunion between
father and son,
Still he tells Little Sparrow
what a foolish thing he had done.
An exciting adventure
a story to be told,
I’m sure with each telling Little Sparrow will be more bold.
JRS © 1-12-02
The "Okie" Poet
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