Analog

Sparrow is

a brittle bitty bird

                    of chestnut

          brownish gray

          with sinewed jumps

                    it jerks

          A wind up toy

                    just peck

          & hop of hypertension

Who even folds

          his wings

                    in flight

          as tho uncertain

          of their purpose

          & feel the plummet

                    surge of air

So chemical a nature

          frightened of

                    the wind

          A bit of flap

                    then flit

          a quicken

sometime thing

          peck twist

          & bounce

                    three times

& bounce & peck again

          then flicker twig

                    to branch

                    to roof

          quick dart

                    a look

                    & jump

Now there's old gull

                    a-swanning

          sweeping thru

                    the air

More cocky - nervy

          nimble - smooth

          sweet confidence

          sanguine sure

On flex of rhythmic wing

          so preened

          so proper

                    thoroughbred

Disdainful of that

                    underbrush

          where sparrow loves

                    in agitated

                              verve