Feathered Felons

You come in such humongous flocks
To lunch at my well stocked seed box.
You stay until each grain is gone;
Call in the troops and journey on.
Why are you such a greedy fellow,
Blackbird with wings of red or yellow?

Your mate in her more subdued hue
Is too good for the likes of you.
Her sweet demeanor doesn't scare
Small feathered fauna feeding there.
But you chase all except your own
With beat of wing and shriek of tone.

I try to save a little feed
For the little fellows more in need;
The finch, the wren, the chickadee
Who thought they could depend on me
To feed them through the wintry cold.
They can't compete with one so bold.

When you have gone, I hurry out
To scatter some more seed about;
But sure as fate, from the thin air,
You and voracious friends are there
To gobble each nutritious bite
And put the little ones to flight.

Do you think because of bright adorn
That you deserve all of the corn?
I know when the farmer plants his seed
You'll find a better place to feed.
Then the nuthatch and sweet wren-tit
Can sing their songs and dine a bit.

By: Joyce 2/9/07