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 © 2020