Bird Watching

Bird Watching Two sparrows, on roof of my car, noisily chirped, five more sparrows came, tweeted too and showed no debate culture, then they flew off and left the couple to it. One, the male, I think, flew off and left, I assume, her alone; not for long, he came back peeped and left again; did this three times, finally she flew off with him, but she deeply sighed. A drama had passed, that I had seen and judged with a human’s limited understanding of the life of other spices. Bird dropping on the car roof, I had witnessed a love story, good as any seen on TV, and as afternoon soaps must, had ended blissfully.