To whom it may concern..
And to whomever it may not.
There was a nest outside my window
above a flower pot.
And in this nest, there was a ..
proud and happy sparrow.
Who preened and sang and flew
but its song seemed slightly hollow.
And then one day another came..
With a branch clasped in his beak.
And together these two built a home
on the tree’s top-most peak.
And one day when I looked inside
I saw two sparrow eggs..
And poking out from one of them
was a pair of sparrow legs
And happily I sat and watched
the mother feed its children..
And the father standing, head held high
warding off unwelcome brethren.
Their calls were sweet and harmonious
a chorus in the trees.
But then Mother Nature shot the birds
quite a nasty breeze.
And the tiny home of the family..
fell down from the top of the sky.
And brother and sister fell down with it
And sang their sweet goodbyes.
And the songs became broken
and soulless and shriveled and dry..
And when it rained I know for sure..
it was the mother sparrow’s cries.
And the father flew away
from his small, destroyed home.
But the mother flapped her wings
And around and ‘round she roamed.
Till finally, one day I walked outside
to find her in a heap..
A snapped tiny neck
lying near her fallen dream.
And so, to whom it may concern..
And to whomever it may not.
There was a nest outside my window
Above a flower pot.