Little Peeper Poem by Barry Van Allen

I don't believe that I have ever seen one,
in all my many years,
I've seen them when they're all grown up,
but I can't recall just seeing one,
feasting on my fresh cut lawn.

The only time that I have ever seen them,
is when they fall out of the nest,
I have tried without success,
to gather-up and save them.

That little one inch peeper,
was among the tiny droppings,
that my mower left upon the lawn,
practically invisible...
pecking as I watched silently,
until it's mother came along.

She looked me squarely in the eye,
and still did not take flight,
but stayed between her kid and me,
I assume she knew I was no threat,
and let me watch 'till almost night.

I 'm not sure if Sparrow smiled at me,
although it sort of felt that way,
then off they flew to something new,
... I expect they'll sing me wide awake someday.