SIFAR...nothingness

🐦 A Little Bird 🐦

A flash of brown wing,
Air is filled with loud chirping -
Eyes lined with black kohl.

Eyes lined with black kohl,
In dust, they tumble and roll -
Fight for seed and grain.

Fight for seed and grain,
Shaking off the summer rain-
Huddled under eaves.

Huddled under eaves,
Feathered mischievous thieves-
Enemy of farmer.

Enemy of farmer,
Yet, their absence does augur-
Future dull and drear.

Future dull and drear,
The sparrows have gone, I fear-
Will they ever return?

Will they ever return?
Town birds, killed by homes modern-
I watch for them, though.

I watch for them, though,
Hope to see from my window-
A flash of brown wing.

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Well, though the prompt required to write a chain haiku about an animal of some sort, I guess I stretched things by considering a bird to be an animal.

I love sparrows. The town where I lived as a child had lots of sparrows and their constant chirping fascinated me (though they would ruin the seeds and seedlings when you plant them - you had to stand guard and still those birds did get manage to eat quite a few, despite the abundance of rice / lentils scattered to attract them away from my garden). Then we moved to this city where there were no sparrows.

I never knew how much I could miss them.

I have also read that if sparrows, which have almost lived alongside men in their villages and towns, are disappearing from cities, it is time to be worried, for our homes are also their homes and sparrows disappearing should be considered as a warning that our lifestyles are changing for worse.

But the good news, the flat I have recently moved into, is situated in an area where there are no polluting industries / factories nearby and there is quite a bit of green ground around our buildings- the result, my friends are back. One male bird has been examining the light fixture in my balcony, do you think he would find it a suitable spot to build a nest? Or maybe, I will put up a birdhouse beside it and maybe just maybe, sparrows would make it their home.

Welcome back, my sweet noisy friends, I missed you.