Sparrows
The sparrows are amusing,
as they squabble over food.
Fast food not fit for birds,
but it sure suits their mood.
It's hard to pick seeds one by one,
from grass or from a bush.
Much easier from a scrap of bread,
to give a quick sugar rush.
Sparrows sure are a gregarious lot,
but supposed to mate for life.
Hard to tell when they flock together,
who is husband or who is wife.
They are so free to wander,
and wander far and wide.
Spend much energy in wandering,
that cannot be denied.
Sparrows are a predators' favorite,
for they are small and weak.
Still, they can overpopulate,
eat every seed of grain they seek.
Sparrows were banned from China,
for eating all the food.
Truth is they all were eaten,
by the starving up to no good.
For when it comes down to the end,
and there is nothing left to eat.
He who gets the last crumb,
will live for another heart beat.
And when all the sparrows are gone,
and no longer sing their song.
Will the silence of the meadows,
echo eons on and on?
Copyright 2012 © Ronald W. Hull
11/8/12
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Birds are beyond fascinating, aren't they? I am not religious, but I love the quote about his eye being on the sparrow. {Just added the thought, 'and the sparrow's eye is on us.;)
My favorite bird is the Carolina wren. Got personality to burn and
is such a hard worker. Loyal to its mate and usually cheerful, it doesn't take any...er. guff...from anyone. Cusses up a storm!:)
Thank you for reminding me how rich the world is.
You're a great rhymester as well as a keen observer!
Always, and Then,
Phyllis
to appear larger than they are, but still the Hawks
get them & every now and then a hawk hits my windows
from chasing them. I never knew they liked noodles!
Seed Trolley Millet & Sunflower Seeds
Vickie
Anna
my bird feeders... I so love to watch them as their habits
are quite interesting... Sparrows are few here, not sure why
but loved this Ron and the vision and thoughts you have created...
Love and Light
Lily
Continued inspiration ...
Chip Bergeron
Rebecca
Regis
Cheers,
Dan
since I too feed the birds,
having fun watching them eat
and squabble over just one
piece when there are plenty
more Until the blackbirds
come and carry it All off
Lady Vivian
and there's silence in the vale
there will always be another peddler
crying "snake oil for sale!"
"I sing for I'm happy, I sing because I'm free, for
His eye is on the sparrow and I know he watches me"
A miridae of sparrows come to our feeders each day.
Wonderful poem of nature's beauty and sweet echos.
Lady Mary Ann
budd
DDEROSE.HVC.RR.COM
Love ya!
Jane