Sublimely Suburban  Sparrow

She sings in high notes

Each morn.

Her voice Mellifluous, though breaks heart.

Over us, she keeps sentinel.

Suburbia will be devoid of colour

Without our loyal sparrow.

You stole my heart- thy inner Londoner.

Mighty  is her spirit

Her dainty flight is but a dream.

Suburbia would be impoverished

Without our lovely sparrow sublime.

She tells us tales many

Breathlessly.

Why its number was on decline

Previously.

But she is back now.

Our sparrow of delight.

Bird- feeders keep her well fed

So that she is myriad bred.