Birds of prey are majestic

With powerful outstretched wings
Darting through the skies
And perching upon the tallest things 
 
There are birds of vibrant color
Birds of graceful flight
Some call forth the day
And some welcome the night 
 
There’s sporty waterfowl
And birds adept at imitation
There are some with flashy feathers
And those that winter in tropical locations 
 
While many birds flit and fly about
Demanding to be seen
The brown little sparrow
Is content being small, and not so very keen 
 
It hops along the ground
Or flits from twig to twig
With joyful cheeps and chirrups
Even though, not very big 
 
The little one is pleased to eat
Whatever seeds may fall
A bug, per chance –
Or a scrap fallen along the walk 
 
The sparrow knows it’s cared for
Come storm, or snow, or heat
Little ones can always find shelter
And strength for their needs 
 
Repetitively chirping joyfully
Bathing unashamed
Hopping and fluttering unworriedly
The sparrows congregate to proclaim:
 
“Not forgotten! Not forgotten!”
Small and content, come what may
We’d do well to study their trust
And we’d be as happy as they