Two Sparrows
When creatures fight, it’s often quite
An unexpected thing.
In fact, the sight just might invite
Observers to the ring.
Today, by chance, I got a glance
Of sparrows on the ground.
Their angry dance was not romance
But fury quite profound.
They’d alternate to aggravate
Each other as they fought,
To dominate or devastate,
The outcome that they sought.
With every peck on chest or neck
They sharpened the attack,
Without a speck of guilt to check
If both would make it back.
I couldn’t stay to see if they
Would somehow call a truce,
But that display was Nature’s way,
Much more than Mother Goose.
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