I Don't See What You See

Sparrows enjoy a certain reputation For intimacy and hope Crosby Stills and Nash sang of them In Suite: Judy Blue Eyes As compatriots to the morning Air With guitar strums and high notes Truth be told Sparrows are bulkier than the normal song bird And not particularly Pretty Brown and gray as a mound of dirt Chirpy jerky punk band And they have no problem with crowding out From a bush or bird feeder Finches and chick-a-dees They’re kind of a bully Push around those that are smaller Who carry pouches of yellow and pink And tiny symphonies They clog up my eavestroughs with nests Right now I watch one sparrow land on top of another And the tree branch bends down Under their heft Bounces up and down To their sex Again The limb Seemingly Waving them off Or so it tries As if it’s saying Get off me you animals.