A sparrow stealing grapes takes flight when I return, unleashed and true, shouting Vorbildlich into the night at a stranger passing, too late to pursue.
When I return, unleashed and true, brave from the bottle I lobbed at a stranger passing, too late to pursue, in my own dreams of being robbed.
Brave from the bottle I lobbed into oncoming traffic, taking chance in my own dreams of being robbed by vanity, by circumstance.
Into oncoming traffic, taking chance a sparrow, stealing grapes, takes flight from vanity, from circumstance, shouting Vorbildlich into the night.