The sparrows caught in a shopping mall
Have all they need: food hall
Crumbs and fountain pools,
The jungle sounds of Saturday school.
They fall asleep to the maternal purrs
Of ride-on vacuum sweepers,
In ceiling girder nests
Of dockets and gum wrappers;
The droppings of materialism;
With a vague memory of something
Bigger Out There
Somnolent within them.