The Elusive House Sparrow - Poem by David Wood
Where have all the house sparrows gone?
Will we ever hear again their beautiful song?
Here one day gone the next.
It makes a sorry story vexed.
When will we hear them chirping loud?
They used to fly around in a crowd.
Fluffing up their feather to get a mate
Building nests for food to grate.
Soon they will be gone forever
And we will see them never.
Only in pictures or in books
Will we see their graceful looks.
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