Deafened by Birds
In the garden the sparrows are going demented
as if a spring wedding had just been invented.
Soon they’ve got beakfuls of mattress and fluff
for bedding and nesting, all Habitat stuff.
Then their offspring, too cocky and out on their own,
get eaten or lost or squashed on the lawn
and it’s my guess the love-birds —every pair—
will sue for divorce by the end of the year.

Helena Nelson

If you've any comments on this poem, Helena Nelson would be pleased to hear from you.