Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The Eagle and the Sparrow


While waiting for a bus home late Wednesday 
afternoon, a flock of sparrows flew to my feet. 
Cold and hungry, they didn't startle easily, 
but waited in anticipation of any crumbs that might
fall from my hand to their anxious beaks.


Unfortunately, I didn't have anything to offer them.
Another commuter approached,
startling the flock into flight, up onto the base
of a light stanchion just behind me.
While most of them huddled at the feet of cast iron 
eagles, one of them perched on the head
of one of the fierce-looking raptors,
making it look as though it was wearing
a big fluffy hat.


3 comments:

William Kendall said...

They can't do that with a real eagle!

mabepi said...

Welcome back, Speedway.

Speedway said...

I don't know how they'd be with eagles, William, but I always enjoy watching sparrows harrass invading hawks, dive bombing, nipping and chasing them from their territory.

I don't know how *back* I am mabepi. Between work and swimming, there aren't many pictures to be found during the gloomy, cold days.