I love the Sparrows that hang about our apartment, we have couple of friendly ones who will come onto the balcony or into the living room if the balcony door is open. This is one of my favourite poems about Sparrows which I learnt at school and I think it describes the Sparrow perfectly.
Dedicated to my little friends……
Sparrow by Norman MacCaig
He’s no artist
His taste in clothes is more
dowdy than gaudy.
And his nest – that blackbird, writing
pretty scrolls on the air with the gold nib of his beak,
would call it a slum.
To stalk solitary on lawns,
to sing solitary in midnight trees,
to glide solitary over grey Atlantics –
not for him: he’d rather
a punch up in a gutter.
He carries what learning he has
lightly – it is, in fact, based only
on the usefulness whose result
is survival. A proletarian bird.
But when winter soft-shoes in
and these other birds –
ballet dancers, musicians, architects –
die in the snow
and freeze to branches
watch him happily flying
on the O-levels and A-levels
of the air.
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