Margaret and the Sparrow | blips in memory
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Oct 2, 2023
Momentarily stricken, she wonders where stars go to die.
Momentarily stricken, she wonders where stars go to die. If they also, out of shame or weariness, gather up their things and decide to go out one night, in a corner of the sky that is not too inconvenient…
She was once sonorous, too.
A warm breeze rises, and single notes beckon from beyond the casement. Miss Margaret whispers back. Hers are hoarse and soft. She is no singer, not anymore — but he is. This little sparrow, different from last winter —
And her tears pool in puddles of starlight on the sill.
— Yes, he must be singing for a mate.
