Who will set him free?
Who will defy the goblin captor?
Who will fight for his freedom?
I will. I will be his champion.
With broom and stick I approach the
“Shhh. It’s OK my sweetie” I say in my
Best Dr. Doolittle Voice with my palms
Gesturing downward. “Be still”
And he was still.
One, two, three the trap is flipped.
I see the bloody, trapped leg.
“Oh Honey be still one more second.”
One, two, three and the clamp is lifted.
Hesitation, then flight and freedom.
Who will set the sparrow free?