To a Sparrow

Green metal table
under a sign
houses sparrows
waiting to dine.

Little fat sparrow under the tree,
little fat sparrow, a crumb from me.

I sat on a table
a muffin in hand,
tossing blueberries
to each of the band.

Little fat sparrow under the tree,
little fat sparrow, a crumb from me.

I see a plump cat
licking his chops,
grooming his feet,
and watching them hop.

Little fat sparrow under the tree,
little fat sparrow, a crumb from me.

Watch for the cat.
Fight for the crumbs.
Raise little chicks—
one by one.

Published in Inside Out: A Gathering of Poets in October 2004.

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