@ Sparrowits Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Then I saw, the restless mother sparrow
Flying from one corner of the room to another,
I pulled a chair,
To close her only entrance, and then throw away her nest,
On the pretext that, fan the fate might take her life
And before it is too late for her to build,
Another home, she should have some time.
In her absence, I touched the nest with my fingers,
Pulled it towards me, like a quilt,
I felt it was heavier, than it should be, as it is made of straw.
Further on my fingers touched on something softer,
I pulled it towards myself,
Gently held it in my hands, and saw, three small Sparrowits,
The number were three or more, and from seeing again out of fear,
I did not count more.
Fate has favored her, might be she knew the impatience of human nature,
And by her instinct, she was hiding the children given birth,
Much earlier. Her gentle wit surpassed a vile attempt on her home, despite reassurance.
Now she sits, with chest high, sensing that something was about
To happen, which did not.
What I anticipated had already happened and she has taken no chances.
There had also been a hail-storm the day before, further delaying my plans
To close the outlet, she uses as an entrance.