Sparrow

I am not terrified of the black Sparrow that is sitting in the lonely dying tree. Surprisingly he watches me on foggy nights when I feasting upon an overcooked bird. What is it I yell while throwing green vegetables at the window top?

Stupid Sparrow at my window top why, why I; go watch another man feast.

So tell me what you think silly sparrow sitting in the dying tree, did you think that I was going to let you in to feast with me. The Sparrow answered with a slow wink.

The black sparrow has visited me every night since; tapping his beak at my window top hoping to feast with me.

"Go to your lonely dying tree and feast on whatever you Sparrow's eat."

Laughing while filling myself up with greens, corn and chicken breast, moist bread, red wine dripping from the corner of my mouth satisfactory blocked out the black sparrow tapping at my window top.

Midnight has fell upon me rapidly somehow then some way I found myself napping in a deep sleep, no way for the tapping at my window top could wake me.

Dreaming of that lonely sparrow; suddenly here come the tapping, Tapping at my window top; so I yelled at the top of my voice “WHAT” is that tapping, why are you tapping at this hollow hour, is it food you want stupid tapping sparrow?

The Black Sparrow answered with a slow wink; so bread is what you get stupid, stupid Sparrow at my window top. Now can you please let me sleep and return to your lonely dying tree; the Sparrow flew off into the night sky but not without leaving me a slow wink.

IamPoetry,

Author's Note

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Reviews

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Reminds me of The Raven by Poe - the incessant tapping at your window. There is a sense of perseverance on the part of the sparrow, and though mockingly the speaker feeds the sparrow, the goal is achieved. The image of the dying tree has me intrigued. I see it as the hungry world, perhaps, and the griping of the speaker our frustration (what can I do about it?). But, as evidenced by the speakers 'generosity' the taunting sparrow has been fed. Maybe this is a lesson: we can make a difference, one small step at a time. Nice write!

[Shiloh McFadden]

Hey thanks I love your view of the poem, when I first wrote the poem it was meaning because my relationship with hood was confusing. In the poem I did know if God was the man or was he the sparrow. See sometimes I feel like the man and sometimes I feel like the sparrow with nothing and begging God for what he has. If you get what I mean...

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I completely get what you mean. You are not the only one to wonder what God is doing.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. The sparrow knew where the food could be served. The good description create of the sparrow and the hunger to find peace and sleep. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Shiloh McFadden]

Thank u for reading Coyote...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.