What a kerfuffle !

The sun is out
           and skies are blue
and everywhere you go
           in every bush and hedgerow
you hear the shrill sound
           of sparrows emptying their lungs
with such a frenzy
           that the branches quake
under the weight
           of their emotion
and no need to be an expert
           to understand the theme
of their songs
           it’s that time of the year
when a young sparrow’s fancy
           turns to love

John Lyons