Sparrows

On the slab of my southern windows they sat and chirped

Telling it’s time, and we are here.

They dance, they prance on the patterned grills–

grabbing the attention, you can say.

They chirp, they dance letting the world know–

we are still here.

Once, not long ago, they have disappeared just to return.

They chirp, they flapped their majestic little wings

As I offer them, spreading, some puff rices, on the slab;

They have them silently; sometimes and often flapping their wings.

They dance, they chirped, they pranced before flying away.


Written for Day 23 of National/Global Poem Writing Month 2019.

Prompt:

And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always)! Taking a cue from Elizabeth Bishop’s “The Sandpiper”, I’d like to challenge you today to write a poem about an animal. If you’d like to take a look at some other poems for inspiration, you might like James Dickey’s “The Dusk of Horses,” or Tennyson’s “The Eagle.”

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Published by Sangbad

A poet, an author, a reviewer--in one word I'm a literaturist (means one who is trying almost everything that Literature is made of). My books are available at Amazon. I'm a Bengali, born and raised in Kolkata, West Bengal.

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