The house sparrows have no houses.
They settle in the cross beams of
posts suspended from street lamps.
You might hear a cheep and looking
see feathers sprouting
from the cold metal hollows.  The proud
mothers sing their hearts out. 
Success!  Success!  Success!

Dean Street at Carlton Avenue
Prospect Heights
Brooklyn, New York
Photo by Tracy Collins 

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