any picture comes to my mind,
i try to give it a body of words,
love to sit on other blooms,
for honey, color, fragrance........
Oh, poor sparrows. Everything is struggling in this man-made disaster.........
This is so sad.. I feel for those poor delicate creatures...
Oh I have not heard about that aspect.. Poor sparrows.
What a sad story. From the evidence in my garden, sparrows are in abundance still.
It is quite evident in my world that the number of sparrows are few. They are hardly the common sparrow anymore. More common are magpies. I did not know about this reason for the diminishing sparrows. An interesting poem.
Oh how awful! I wasn't aware of this happening. My neighborhood is alive with sparrow song and I'd miss the cheeky things if they suddenly disappeared.
This poem's tone is one of longing and beautifully spilled love for these creatures. I love this part:"I pray to dawnTo send me this feathery ball of lifeTo sing and dance"Beautiful. Thank you, for writing!
Oh dear--very sad . And in India, there's the pollution too--well, everywhere. Very sweet poem. Thanks. k.
Sad indeed!! Sometimes we don't miss / notice until it is (almost) too late.
Very realistic poem.
It seems everything we do, kills something....maybe not a bad way to go?
The little birds are often ignored but I hope I will always hear and see them on my bike rides. I loved your line about "Those man-made iron giants" being in the way. Thank you for opening my eyes.
I too miss them like anything!In my recent visit to Shillong I saw them and you cant imagine how happy I was to see them after years!I pity Today's generation they miss so many things, yet think that they are more lucky? than us!
Excellent take on this sad piece of news!Even you carried song, In your pulsating throatEven you!"...poignant!
Thank you for stopping by and sharing your valuable thoughts.........