Sisters to the tiger, they fall on crumbs
as tigers fall on jungle prey: wring necks
and squabble over feeds - like tigers!
And I have seen them little smaller than
fist-size on the tension of washing-lines
spring into action - like springing tigers!
Why moot the similarity? Far-fetched?
Though one finds the excuse in bold-striped wings,
the mutuality apparent is
untamed aggression! - Ah, but to man
sparrows are a sweet, harmless species; and
with this to linger on, a comparison remains:
I dare say to God tigers are the same.