tumbled down in your dappled suit
and knocked at my door
I heard your cheery petition,
smacking that beak like a castanet
and all of your fellows near
with their yellow caps tilted
to show me that one hungry eye
you will ruin me with another bag of seeds,
hefting it out there in an unseasonable rain,
that dripping down my neck while you wait
the sparrows told me
that you are only passing through,
filling up for a flight north
shouldn't you have gone by now?
and they say that you have a reputation
for such things,
ransacking feeders up and down the valley
I wonder if you are alright,
that life is good and your undulating flight
will be there tomorrow
never mind about the seeds,
I have seen how the sun catches your girl
in the morning, a black white whir across the yard
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