Two Sparrows

When creatures fight, it’s often quite

An unexpected thing.

In fact, the sight just might invite

Observers to the ring.

 

Today, by chance, I got a glance

Of sparrows on the ground.

Their angry dance was not romance

But fury quite profound.

 

They’d alternate to aggravate

Each other as they fought,

To dominate or devastate,

The outcome that they sought.

 

With every peck on chest or neck

They sharpened the attack,

Without a speck of guilt to check

If both would make it back.

 

I couldn’t stay to see if they

Would somehow call a truce,

But that display was Nature’s way,

Much more than Mother Goose.