At sunset, sparrows do chirp and chatter,
Frantically, as if their utterances matter.
You never see them as they come and go,
A tree blazing sound as you stand below.
Imagine that nature creates such gaggle,
Like farmers in the bazaar as they haggle.
One wonders what all the fuss is about,
The sound a chaotic quality as in a rout.
True the twilight creates an eerie flavor,
Night’s arrival hardly an event to savor.
The anxious birds protest passing time,
Discord arises as their voices intertwine.
They wish to herald the coming day’s end,
Soft voices fall asleep in dreams to blend.
Sparrows certainly are ubiquitous almost the world over. We have them in our birdfeeder every day and I just saw some fighting in the apricot tree like children over nothing. We do get a few other birds, but the sparrows dominate and become a target for various raptors that come through following the highline power cable where they can sit very high and watch for prey.
They say there are many varieties of sparrow, but I'm not able to discern one from the other. That's where color helps out. I understand there is a Internet sensation over a yellow cardinal seen in Alabama recently. Tell the sparrows that I want more color at my birdfeeder… Please!
Chatter back to them like I do. "Tweet, Tweet Tweet, Tweet"
Such a lovely poem to start my day! I live in the country (aka The Boonies) so I am fortunate enough to hear the calls and songs of sparrows and other birds. Your poem represents my experiences beautifully.
Rebecca
Ahhh . . . The chattering of the sparrows heralding the end of the day and the beginning of the approaching night. As a child I loved to listen to the sound.
I wonder, do birds dream? Every night, just at sunset, a lone cardinal visits our bird feeder, and as he dines, he chirps away. I'd like to imagine he's saying thank you.
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They say there are many varieties of sparrow, but I'm not able to discern one from the other. That's where color helps out. I understand there is a Internet sensation over a yellow cardinal seen in Alabama recently. Tell the sparrows that I want more color at my birdfeeder… Please!
Chatter back to them like I do. "Tweet, Tweet Tweet, Tweet"
Ron
Rebecca
Love ya!
Jane