Going Batty Becomes Operation Sparrow

Humor me for a moment, will you??

Once upon time, not too long ago, a little family of three moved to a faraway land. They lived in a nice little Soviet-era apartment with new windows with screens that didn't fit. After the mom and baby were attacked by mosquitoes (fourteen bites on just one of little baby girl's arms), they spoke to the landlady about installing those screens...

The weather grew cold and the mosquitoes disappeared.
The window guy scheduled and scheduled, but never appeared.

Then one day, the landlady called.
She would come by and apartment problems would be solved.

Rent-a-husband came and installed a new bolt.
He then fixed the screens and I felt a thrill in my throat.

The air grew warm and our spirits were high.
We opened the windows with a wonderful sigh:

No bugs could come in!
From my lips came a laugh and yes, even a grin.

The next day:
We scurried and hurried and rushed all about,
There were things to be done, we each had to help out.

The guests arrived, a sleeping baby in arm,
The good husband handled it all with such charm.

In another room dear sweet Syeva slept in the crib,
While we ate and Baby A sucked on her bib.

Syeva awoke and we had such great fun,
Then Syeva spit up, and to the bedroom hubby did run.

He grabbed the cloth, yelped and banged,
For in the room there was a creature... we feared it was fanged.

Through the door window we watched, wondered, and thought.
The tea was soon ready, we each chose a flavor, and brought out the pot.

We talked and talked, was it a bat or a sparrow?
The options were few, but still we couldn't narrow.

Our dinner was ended, our guests flew the coop.
As for us, we were pooped.

How did it enter? What was it? Who knew?
We went to our neighbor, our favorite guru.

"A bat? It's not likely. Why, it's a sparrow of course.
Don't you know, there's a nest under your back porch?"

Ah, and so there was.
We laughed, we nodded. Why? Well, just because.

We returned to our home, and got ready for bed.
Then off to the bedroom which we did dread.

We opened the door, but there wasn't a stir, not even a flap of wings.
We searched, poked, and prodded, but found not a thing.

It was late, we were tired.
We went to bed, and as we were about to expire...

"What was that? Did you hear it?"
The hubby got up and peered into the slit.

Between the wall and the shkaff we heard a small stir,
The husband poked and the next bit is a blur.

There was a flurry, wings were heard, and yes even seen.
We wanted it out, but didn't want to be mean.

We tried and tried,
But alas, "It's hopeless!" we cried.

The bird was well-hidden all efforts were fruitless,
It was very late, we were tired, and the room was now a mess.

We finally went to the window and opened it wide.
"Please just leave, you don't have to hide."

We had a short sleep and then began a busy day.
Off to church we went, you know of one thing for which we did pray.

We later returned to our home, not sure what we'd find.
"Please be gone, please be gone," I said in my mind.

Together with guru we searched and removed.
The bird seemed to be gone, but it had to be proved.

As they began to move the shkaff,
I had to hide my laugh with a cough.

No bird, no flitter nor flutter.
Grateful, I thought of the last night with a shudder.