It’s been years,
Spoiled, are my sparrows I fears,
Very, very, spoiled indeed,
Organic peanuts do they eat,
Live on the sunny side of the street,
In the vines near the house the bittersweet,
There they make a racket arguing amongst them,
I swear, they do too,
No matter what I do,
They own the place they think,
They know they’re living in the pink,
Served meals two times a day,
Why would they go away?
In any case this morn, I slept in late,
But then I brought the food upon a plate,
The door pushed open with my foot,
To bring that plate of food,
What do I see upon the post?
This vagrant bird, assaults the host,
Enraged and bitter that it was,
Of course I knew the cause,
The language you should have heard,
And stern demeanour of that bird,
The peak was pecking at the empty space,
Where usually the food I place,
Head cocked to one side, and the look,
What the matter with the cook,
It was saying I know it was,
What’s the delay, what is the cause?
I know it was cursing me out good,
Every word I understood,
I placed the goodies, as I always did,
Two feet away he was, still giving me some shit,
So I looked at him and said bemused,
I feel I am being used,
Be thankful you little two thumb tall,
You talk mighty big, for a guy so small,
But then I laughed, and laughed for hours,
Thank God, I don’t get this also from my flowers,
Tending them, for days on end,
Much tender love on them I spend,
They intern they smile and tickle my senses,
Even those across the fences,
I went back to their roosting vine,
And yelled I’m glad you’re fine,
But here a thought that came to me,
You got it all, and yet you’re free,
You’ve crossed the species line I think,
Ungratefulness must be the link,
I too, I often do forget my bliss,
Forget that all I have is his,
And loaned in happiness and love to me,
I myself, in you do see,©21/01/2010
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Love and hugs,
Eileen
Regis
Georg
Wow - Gourmet Food, including organic peanuts. They do own the place! And I sure hope my sparrows don't read this - they only get regular seed and peanuts.
frooze over...and that means all the food I placed out
for them...serveral sparrows were pecking at my windows
I was like "what on earth is going on?"
I go to see & seen the freeze out & they couldn't get to it...
coincidence...maybe...but they are pretty clever if you ask me
Love & Wild Seeds
Vickie