On Gray Butcherbirds Poem by Francis Duggan

Though it is early Autumn many weeks from the Spring
In the wood by the hill the gray butcherbird sing
He sings every day of the year at daybreak
And his bubbling type song one could never mistake
They hook their prey on thorns hence their butcherbird name
Quite vicious by nature their type hard to tame
In their breeding Season they even attack humans walking in their territory
They defend their borders quite aggressively
With sharp hook on bill for tearing up prey
To kill and eat smaller creatures is their natural way
Known to be sedentary far from home they seldom fly
From other species of butcherbirds not hard to identify
With sharp hook on bill and feathers dark brown and gray
To defend their territory with aggression is their natural way.