A Poem a Day in October 2016: #16
the bakery sparrow
does not wear the apron
of a baker
and he does not put his money down
to buy a flat white
or a latte
and a sweet bun
he doesn’t wield a mop
doesn’t
serve at table
nor does he exchange
nothings
over a morning tea slice
he plays no banjo
on a Sunday morning
for the tourist trade
but he hops and he bounces
from the ground
onto a table
takes the crumbs that have been
left behind
and he chirps to his friends
that he has found
good pickings
good breakfast
they join him
his brothers and his sisters
there can be no doubt
this is a good time
the bakery sparrow takes a moment
to fluff
and shake his tail
it’s been a good morning
everybody’s been fed
and they are happy
so it’s time
under the middle morning sun
to go home
© Frank Prem, 2016
Poem #17: tenderfoot dancer
So gentle. This one made me smile. 🙂
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Thanks meeks.
I quite enjoy watching these little characters. I spent half an hour one time watching one open a packet of sugar on an al fresco table and then go skidding all over to get the grains of sugar.
Too funny.
Cheers,
Frank
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Sparrows have always been amongst my favourite birds. 🙂
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They’re little goers, aren’t they?
Cheers,
Frank
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yes! and always so cheerful. 🙂
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