One little sparrow rounded the corner of the house
and tweeted its way down the electric wire
until it came close to the spilt grain patch.

its undecided fluttering swoop an inch closer
dancing on its slender legs curled tightly around
the wire, ti balanced with its tail flaring in the breeze
head bobbing this way and that but

one eye firmly fixed on the morsels of grain
the other watching competition. Joined by
another chirpy companion our brave sparrow
suddenly found herself with strength building.

Together they flitted  in the down draft
and announced their seed war on humans
with loud chirps and flutters, but bent at the knees
in case urgent flight was necessary. It wasn't needed

I ignored them completely looking away, but
the corner of my eye, absorbed the terrain completely.
I  conjectured that the second chirper said to the first:
'yeah, I know this guy. He sits here looking at things
in his free times, and watching birds all day!

He has that cellphone that deceptively tweets
bird sounds, and whistles  when he gets emails.
Come on, girl, lets grab a feast, while he's busy
writing about us. He will leave us alone for a while'

Author Notes

Bird-watching is a great hobby. Sparrows know?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 9 days ago

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