Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

 

Catch the Sparrow (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

catch the sparrow

while they take wing

catch the sparrow

as they take flight

so you may rightfully sing

gentle breezes carry

across the night

in the destined moonlight

one finds a nesting place

catch the sparrow

because Winter they do bring

singing their songs with a happy heart

catch the sparrow

you will find an awesome thing

flying on wing spans

carried away and above

in your lover's love

there is a singer's space

catch the sparrow

tiny but forceful and strong

catch the sparrow

fill the Earth with your song

catch the sparrow

beautiful breasted ones

catch the sparrow

until all the days are done

fair feathered ones

I see your feet in the snow

but I always know

your song comforts me

wherever I go.

afterword: photo credit: House swallows on

the rooftop with Mt. Scott, New Zealand in

the background. --Jonathan Keelty,

Hong Kong

Songbirds (new poem)

Songbirds (new song)

by Tim Kavi

My little songbirds

Fly back to us, every corner and tree,

for we are tired of sad songs.

We long for you to let us be

Yet we await your sacred word

As the flowered gardens

are watered all over the world.

Is there a finish to the whispering whirl

By the sweetest songs ever heard

We are like they are

stretching towards the light.

Yet we long for Nature to bring us back to life

Winter has come and gone

no stories to tell

there is the beckoning herald

no friends do greet you, you flew here alone

the red robin is coming

the whip-poor-will

the blue jay and cardinal

do mock the crow's song

until we sing no song alone

roosting on hearths near home

there is a nesting brood 

yet not all is at is seems

to celebrate Spring song

and Summer song's shrill

there is only the triumph

of my own song to be sung

chasing the currents to new heights

of glorified destiny

canvas unfurled

I long to fly with you

where you have already gone

to warmer climes

no time to dwell on unhappy songs.

artist's afterword: that's the Eastern Whippoorwill in the photo~~TK.

yet another afterword: Two weeks after I posted this poem, a bluebird showed up on my patio fence. The little cutie began chirping. When I went back there and spoke gently, the birdie responded with birdsong, not once, but twice. It was especially touching just after doing this poem!~~TK