3 May 2012
A Family of Sparrows Are living in my house!
Not flying round the kitchen, Nor perched upon the couch.
They're living in a hole, you see, They're in the Bathroom wall! I sometimes hear them scratching round, I heed their Sparrowy call!
They go hopping in the garden, Even in the pouring rain Like fluffy little brothers Playing a feathery little game.
They tweet and flap, Peck at their wings Then from their nest I hear Momma Bird sing
A voice of pure beauty, She's a charming old soul She rounds them all up And flies back to their hole...
But there are times that I think She's conspiring against me
That little fat bird's going to get me eventually!
She's training her younglings To tie knots in rope, They run assault courses They're tiny cutthroats!
Or maybe I'm wrong About these ninjas so feathery? They're just so damn tasty, Like chicken, but peppery!
Nom nom nom!
The Sparrows • Opuss № I