The House Sparrows

When I was a young boy I used to watch with awe The common house sparrows busy building nest out of twigs,straw and dry leaves in the crevices of the tiled roof in my old ancestral house. The ever chirping sparrows never stayed at one place, But kept moving swiftly, now in the backyard of the house Where there was a garden, And 'd collect tiny worms Insects,, seeds or grains; And keep them carefully in their mouth And fly from thence to their nests, Where they 'd feed their chicks Waiting anxiously to be fed; I remember all these vividly Even today ,to tell my grandchildren . What happened to these birds,grandpa? My grandsons asked ;I told them The tiny birds were driven out By radiation emitted by micro-wave towers; And further by paucity of their food The worms and insects which No longer are there in the modern Landscaped gardens fed with insecticides; And where will they go to build nests As modern buildings are bereft of attics, crevices and spaces. So my kids,make cardboard nests Keep them in vantage points with seeds and grains inside to lure these lovely little passerine, the sparrows To our neighborhood once again, Long live the house sparrows.