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sparrow song: (1 Viewer)

dannyboy

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Land on my hand,
settle your wings, seek not
with your beak my green eyes.

Sing for me,
the gargle of sound, let me watch
as it escapes your throat.

Swim for me
outside, I provide the bath
feathers to flutter, soundless windchime.

You have fled –
this treeless concrete dream
offers not enough boughs and twigs.

Your empty nest;
memory sways
to an older time.


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Land on my hand,
settle your wings, seek not
with your beak my green eyes.

Sing for me,
let me watch the gargle of sound
as it escapes your throat.

Swim for me
in the bath I provide outside
feathers to flutter, soundless windchime.

You have fled –
this treeless concrete dream
offers not enough boughs and twigs.

Your empty nests
sway in memory
of that older time.
 
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ritudimrinautiyal

Senior Member
Land on my hand,
settle your wings, seek not
with your beak my green eyes.

Sing for me,
let me watch the gargle of sound
as it escapes your throat.

Swim for me
in the bath I provide outside
feathers to flutter, soundless windchime.

You have fled –
this treeless concrete dream
offers not enough boughs and twigs.

Your empty nests
sway in memory
of that older time.
I was not aware if sparrows existed in other countries/places also. It's just recently they are back, otherwise environmentalists had declared them almost extinct. Sparrows don't move far from the place, where they exist.

Your poem is an exact feeling I ( and I think many others) have for sparrows.

Thanks for writing this piece Danny.


Ritu
 

TuesdayEve

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I have plenty of sparrows and robins in my yard and enjoy watching them and listening to their calls. If I sit very still, they will drink from the birdbath but usually they squabble at me, more than encouraging me out of their yard.
 
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