birdsong

Are not five sparrows sold for two cents?
Yet not one of them is forgotten before God.   Luke 12:6 (NASB)  
    
wonder what little birds  
say to each other  
when they tweet-tweet  
in treetop branches  
   
and when they sing  
their lovesongs  
do they make  
the lyrics rhyme  
or fix their verse in time  
upon the changing  
metres  
of the breeze  
   
do they rehearse    
war chants  
for leery men  
with traps and cages  
and when they hurt  
do their sad hearts  
bleed  
like mine  
to cool their rages  
   
and do they pray  
for motherbirds  
whose eggs  
are gobbled up  
in infancy  
   
do they weep  
long  
and do their  
feathers droop  
in their despair  
   
do they rejoice  
when enemies  
defeated  
by their perch  
give up the chase  
to seek  
some other prey  
   
and when they die  
do their survivors  
find the place they lie  
and mark their graves  
with flowers  
and celebrate  
their anniversary…  
   
© Copyright 2019 May 05  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫