Fall Of The House Sparrows

 

 

‘Do not go gentle into that good night’,

Nest in our core to let your chicks grow;

We’ll shield till they are ready for flight.

 

 

Though ticking clock bullies ‘dark is right’,

Because mindless deeds brought dicey tomorrow.

‘Do not go gentle into that good night’.

 

 

Once, you were all over, like the sky, bright,

Voices now rise for the hapless sparrow,

We’ll shield till they are ready for flight.

 

 

Feral men are everywhere in sight,

So this planet convulses in its death throes,

‘Do not go gentle into that good night’.

 

 

Our children vow it’s not ‘dying of the light’,

They are out for you and yours my little sparrow,

We’ll shield till they are ready for flight.

 

 

Little brown bird, why this Spring is so quiet

Why do corrupt souls continue the row

‘Do not go gentle into that good night’

We’ll shield till they are ready for flight

 

 

Quoted words are from Dylan Thomas’ poem ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Biodiversity @ Poets United