The Sparrow

A lone SPARROW
amongst flock of afternoon
squawking common crackles
Awakening every morning
amidst morning dove
cooing soft serenades
Its unique bellowing voice
that did not meet any kind
of flocking criteria
It was no pigeon
bobbing up and down
in mutual marching
clone cadences
Every time
it tried to assimilate
among other birds
it was marginalized -
lone

Oh
how the SPARROW
tried and tried to join
a gist harmony
they just flew off
Hearing pecking woodpeckers
it could not cling to bark
and it’s too small beak
Hurt like heck;
was it then
a hawk
but that would make
the SPARROW -
meal time
An hooting owl
but it could not
see at night
nor fly alight
new moon moonlight
Where
oh where
was its family presence
being raised by Blue Jays -
abandoned.

See gulls
just did not match
it’s legs
nor it’s seashore glide
shoreline wingspan
An eagle
oh come on
let us get real
it was not bald
nor hooked with beak -
claws
A canary darted
about its size
at last it had kin
till it found
it was the wrong color
Nor did it have
parrot plumage
or peacock appendages
did you say Hummingbirds?
Why they made it dizzy
darting to and fro
with buzzing bees
seeking sweet nectar.

Oh Too Bee
knot be would
a lone poet “SPARROW,”
sailing feather quilled passages
Spec-tacular Poetics Alight Radiant Resilience Oscillating Wanderings
Spontaneous Pronunciations Amongst Resounding Rhyme Osmosis Wonderings
Shakespearean Passages Adrift Reincarnated Recital Onstage Words-Worth
Did you flinch
did dye I to eyes wink
dost thee nibble fingers imagine
“The SPARROW”
(Are U a SPARROW
a UniQue Poet
or a Mockingbird Crackle?)

HeArtMosphere Poet

The Sparrow

A lone SPARROW, amongst flock of afternoon, squawking common crackles
Awakening every morning, amidst morning dove, cooing soft serenades
Its unique bellowing voice that did not meet any kind of flocking criteria
It was no pigeon, bobbing up and down, in mutual marching clone cadences
Every time, it tried to assimilate, among other birds, it was marginalized - lone

Oh, how the SPARROW, tried and tried to join, a gist harmony, they just flew off
Hearing pecking woodpeckers, it could not cling to bark, and it’s too small beak
Hurt like heck; was it then, a hawk, but that would make the SPARROW - meal time
An hooting owl, but it could not see at night, nor fly alight new moon moonlight
Where, oh where was its family presence, being raised by Blue Jays - abandoned.

See gulls, just did not match it’s legs, nor it’s seashore glide shoreline wingspan
An eagle, oh come on, let us get real, it was not bald, nor hooked with beak - claws
A canary darted about its size, at last it had kin, till it found, it was the wrong color
Nor did it have parrot plumage, or peacock appendages, did you say Hummingbirds?
Why they made it dizzy, darting to and fro with buzzing bees, seeking sweet nectar.

Oh Too Bee, knot be would, a lone poet “SPARROW,” sailing feather quilled passages
Spec-tacular Poetics Alight Radiant Resilience Oscillating Wanderings
Spontaneous Pronunciations Amongst Resounding Rhyme Osmosis Wonderings
Shakespearean Passages Adrift Reincarnated Recital Onstage Words-Worth
Did you flinch, did dye I to eyes wink, dost thee nibble fingers imagine “The Sparrow”
(Are U a SPARROW, a UniQue Poet, or a Mockingbird Crackle?)

HeArtMosphere Poet