Three brothers at the ‘Hibiscus’,
Three worlds mingle,
To flap away stress,
To laugh, that makes
wings tingle.
Oldest came from a
high nest,
A cranny up in the
city’s best,
Old world adapted to
eating diverse,
On dust baths these
sparrows converge.
Youngest flew in from
the grasses tall.
Vast open spaces with
air so wild,
Adapted to living like
finches small,
New world sparrow’s
nature is mild.
Seated between the
brothers two,
House sparrow swooped
in from lands new,
In the basin
connecting two land mass,
Flying where there are
plains vast.
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