conversation with a mother sparrow

I caught a glimpse of a Chipping Sparrow's nest today—even the mother was so tiny!  Not wanting to disturb it, I kept my distance while taking a photo, and then thought of a silly little poem, as I am apt to do.  I hope they stay safe, as they're in a high foot traffic area.

Baby sparrow, at my elbow,
cried: my mother you made fly!
I said to Mom, in bushes yon,
"I am just passing by.
But dearie, I am fearing
that you made your nest too low.
A cat could reach up with its teeth
and feast without a show."
Yet mother, as she hovered,
told she worried 'bout the hawks,
As cottontails are masters
of the grass on which I walk.
So I replied with heavy sigh,
"Thus I fear more than you,
The rabbits love my garden,
and will eat all they can chew!"

in the dark

the power is out
(it's easily said)
and this time
the danger bears
fruit like teeth

it's laughable really
the number of times
i've already made mention
this one thing
splintered a million ways

well at least
i'm glad i didn't
go shopping
for groceries



Finger snaps, everyone!