The seven little sisters
seem to be in distress
not to be seen anywhere
their tweets from nowhere
holds me fixed for a while
oh! they barge down in style.
The seven of them take stock
all of them together flock
search for their prey
the worms wriggle in a play
one by one the sparrows pick
gather a bounty and fly quick.
A feature that happens everyday
makes me happy and gay.
Meenas Poems 