Nothin' F' Nothin'
The constant blatant bluff of city sparrows
Hardened to the streets of swift survival
Greeting every morning as if it were their last
For every morsel found another rival
Fluttering and muttering of other broken fasts
They shelter in the shadows of sunken city windows
Puffed up dry and fending off the colder calm of night
They have some secret places if they're desperate in need
Near the open transom above the bakery door
Or the old dry cleaners chimney where the bricks are falling in
Some are on the belfry floor soaking up the heat
Huddled with the pigeons fluffs of feathers minus feet
They've all learned the game of living with hunger and with not
They don't know any better and are happy with their lot
and if you try to help them they'll suspect it's just a plot
So go your way and leave them to sort out what they've got
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2007
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