The moment was at hand, the feed to appear soon,
when water would be filled, millet seeds be strewn.
Eager were the sparrows, for breakfast at first light,
quite busy the day ahead, for chatter and some flight.

Then whooshed in two greens, screeching beaks of red,
flapping hovering threatening, keen to steal the bread.
The sparrows chirped and cheeped, taking up the fight,
they owned the human who fed, no one else had right.

Each pair watched the other, parakeets quite at ease,
sparrows were the ones tense, their bonnet full of bees.
And what a standoff it was, beaks and talons prepared,
eyes keen and wary, the intruders would not be spared.

And then it was that time, the human to fulfill his deed,
was that a platter of fruit, along with the millet feed?
The parakeets chose the fruit, leaving the feed alone,
who felt a deeper wave of relief, it will never be known!

[In the ring: House Sparrow (Passer domesticus), male & female, versus Rose-ringed Parakeet (Psittacula krameri), male & female]

– Narendra Nayak Β© 2020

23 thoughts on “Featherweights!

  1. What a wonderful poem – a little story there. Thankfully the human was prepared and had the right amount of wisdom too to keep everyone happy at the beginning of the day. Those pictures are just too good!

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    1. Thank you so much, Neel; your footnotes are always the most anticipated booster dose! πŸ™‚πŸ™πŸ»
      This is the balcony opposite mine (about 50 metres away actually) and these birds often shuttle between the two feeders. πŸ˜„

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