He’s an unremarkable little friend,
In his habitat the perfect blend.
He can’t sing or dance and is no star,
He loves to eat, to fly and also spar.
He camouflashes perfectly well
With his surroundings, let me tell.
And still, there’s something very cute
about him, he’s a hoot.
He exists in all color ranges
Grey and black and brown, it changes!
He eats insects but mostly does he seeds
He’s funny and busy when he feeds.
Hundreds of species of all his kind
populate the Earth – and I don’t mind.
He’s useful and I don’t understand
why from many backyards he is banned.
He hops where others proudly walk
He complains where others discretely talk.
He’s got two legs, a beak and a pair of wings
He’s tiny, but the air his in all seasons, particular springs.
He uses nests and houses to feed his brood
He’s loud, annoying and sometimes rude.
He stays in trees, his spots are narrow,
You might have guessed: It is the sparrow!
(Copyright, June 2016, Aurora Jean Alexander)