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.