By Cristina A. Montes
In this poem I pay tribute to the commonplace Eurasian tree sparrows that have been part of our lives in one way or another:
Consider the Sparrows
A flock of fat sparrows land in my garden,
Looking for worms and bugs.
They hop around, fly away, come back.
They’re commonplace and brown.
I know of more colorful birds.
but I love the sparrows warbling at sunrise.
They’re always welcome to my garden.
They remind me of what Jesus said:
They don’t sow nor reap nor gather into barns;
But their heavenly Father feeds them —
Leading them to my garden daily,
where they eat in abundance,
Even taking bites from leaves
Of the lettuce I’m trying to grow.