The sparrows are insulted
by the peacock’s brilliant tail,
Yet a peacock can not change itself
and sparrows are just dull.
Sparrows sing a gentle song
Peacocks bray loudly when they call
If sparrows are affronted, t’is
not the peacocks’ fault at all.
So if sparrows are insulted
they’ll find their own dull space
while peacocks enjoy themselves
with other bright, loud mates!
.
Sparrows are insulted by
the crows’ great intellect
When problems need resolving
sparrows just don’t get it.
While sparrows stew in vapid pools
the crows make out a plan;
they analyse, they study,
they get in that garbage can!
Sure sparrows will gang up
and drive a crow away
but the crow will just think harder
and devour them the next day.
.
Those sparrows are a feisty lot
though they lack imagination.
Peacocks and crows are the impressive
ornithological creations!
.
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My father-in-law, a former biology professor and an award winning naturalist, kept a sparrow trap in his farm yard when he retired from U of C. He considered sparrows an over populace species that stole the nesting boxes of the desirable more endangered species that he was trying to encourage- i.e. Purple martins, Western blue birds, Goldfinches, and the like. I often wondered what the poor, dull little birds thought as they hopped around in the trap (which was a good size- about 5′ cube) waiting to be gassed. (Humane deaths, all). I often wondered what they thought of the more ‘exotic’ species that were able to explore his yard with impunity on the other side of their sparrow concentration camp. What would they have made of the peacocks our friends keep, do you think? The crows would come by the trap and try to figure out how to get in and have some sparrow dinner, but the opening was too small. I’m sure the sparrows felt safe, but they were still the ones who were gassed in the end! (Poor sweet little birds)
I think you nailed it!
😉
Poor sweet little birds indeed. I’m afraid I like those poor wee birds! Yikes – gassing them. Ugh! Evocative poem Shawn. Susan
I know, I was quite stunned by a naturalist doing that! But CO2 poisoning is a very gentle death. They just quietly went to sleep while dreaming sweet sparrow dreams of being peacocks or crows… (Or perhaps sparrows don’t aim that high)
I hope ya know by now how I admire your poems. Well, this one is my new favorite 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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