Where Are The Song Birds Poem by Juan Olivarez

Little sparrow, on the window sill,
Sing me a song early in the day.
Any melody whatever you will.
Is chirp, chirp, chirp, all you can say?

tiny little wren, flitting about,
The cactus pads so rapidly,
It's cheep, cheep, cheep, without a doubt,
No song here either, obviously.

Where have all the song birds gone?
Only the doves are in tone today.
Singing their melancholy songs,
The song birds have all gone away.

6/1/10 29 palms ca.