a day in the life of... (1)

the following is a figment of my imagination: life from the eyes and beaks of a sparrow

"say, whats up bandit eyes?" the wife asks her dude.. "nothing doll, jus goin out to be the early bird u know... gettin some scraps, some grains, if lucky, then an unlucky worm, some twigs n stuff for the renovation due..the usual.. whats up with u?".. "well, same same.. il go hav some territorial outbursts, some high pitched yelling and some jumping arnd the orchard, evading the nigger crows and jiggling on them human's windows ya know.. usual.. usual..".. n the dude goes, "all rite love, u go do ur thing, n il go do mine".. n so the day begins.

the delicate twitters and tweets we hear are in fact, raging verbal battles with some midair acrobatics to determine the victor of said territory.. "im bigger than u, jerk.. fly away now wen u still can.. or els, il hav to dispatch u with a special note..".. "oh yea, bring it on tough guy".. and 2 min later, the victor stays behind, scours the place for a prime spot to built the twig palace.. n then returns to base.."honey, im home.. got us a swell new place uptown.. lets go check some real estate out!.." ..... "oh yea, ur rite.. this place rocks..!.. our kids will love the garden, n i c no nasty species around either.. safe n comfy.. hmm ".

several hours later.. in the grand congregation under the peepal tree.. which houses over 57 sparrow families... "amist yells of "so, how was ur day, any near hits, misses, with cricket or tennis balls?.. any fights, wins, losses?.. any stalemates, any new chicks? alpha males? did u check their new home? looks nice, when r we moving??"... n then there's silence.. as the crickets get into 2nd gear