Speaking Of The Pecking Order Poem by Raymond Farrell

Speaking of the pecking order
It happens in the chicken house
In the barn yard
Among people
And at the bird feeder
Of all places
The small birds fly
In quick
Grab a few seeds
And are gone
The Starlings hang around
Squabbling among themselves
Until the grackles arrive
And push them
Out of the way
Now and then
A flock of Evening Grosbeaks
Arrive
And take over the feeder
In quiet moments
A pair of cardinals will come
And sometimes a lone dove
But the bird
That pushes everyone around
Is the Blue Jay
He swoops in
From the nearby pine
And insists
On first shoving
The other birds
Out of the way
Then he has his fill
And is gone.