To Little Birds and Tweeting An Ode

Hail, little birdie perched on tree! What hast thou now to say to me? “A little bird has told me so,” As many say. This well we know. How joyfully I hear thee tweet! Not every tweet I know is sweet. Though tyrants sneer and gluttons burp, How glad am I to hear thee chirp. It’s always big birds get their way, Owls and eagles, night and day. In arid wastes do vultures lower, While hawkish eyes green pastures scour, But birds there are that stand for love, Most notably the turtledove. No leafy twig a raven bore When Noah’s eyes beheld no shore. Spurn little birds? Why be so narrow When there is One Who marks the sparrow?