The Baby Sparrow and the Song
An old watercolor—
I was eating a sandwich when suddenly
—LOUDLY—
A man stomping his feet,
Clapping his hands
At the pigeons and sparrows,
“Back back!
Get!
Nasty filthy things!”
It was jarring.
He made so much more of a racket
Than the creatures he was trying to shoo.
After he left,
I looked down beside me—
There was a baby sparrow.
His fluffy down feathers
Poked out from below
His new adult feathers.
Peep peep.
Of course I knew seeds were better
But I took some crumbs
And threw them down—
It was all I had to offer.
A sorry for that rude behavior.
Several new baby sparrows
Rushed towards the crumbs.
And suddenly—
There were more crumbs than mine!
A man sitting next to me,
Threw his down too.
Watching these sparrows
Eat and being joined by another,
Made me feel so much better.
And I noticed in the distance,
A man whistling a peaceful,
Spanish guitar tune.