Cantankerous Urchins

Hostile armies converge upon,

Nesting robins sing their song,

Animated vividly, bright in pure browns and reds

So unaware of each the perils above and beyond,

Just happy to sing their song,

Cantankerous Urchins all,

With their smudged faces and alley beds,

I would feel sorry,

If I did not detest the things they did