Viagra Falls

The sky, puddle spied by a sparrow, Dreaming, maybe again tomorrow, I too could be a swallow a swift or a wagtail? I too could be a canary, green & yellow Or even a golden chaffinch. In his dreams, he wouldn't give an inch Even in salinity, he looked He looked in the mirror with cataract eyes He looked for his, obligatory fan mail Such, was his ageing unfailing, bravado. Anyways off the record, he even went to the doctor Or was it the taxidermist? Anyways he was given the all-clear to Niagara, Or was it Viagra Falls? Anyways he's all better now. The sparrow that is, He's happily perched in sparrow heaven And not on his back dead in a puddle Dreaming of better days and brighter feathers befuddled.