The Great Blackbird Brawl Poem by Micron Jan

Blackbirds squabble on the garden rail,
Wings flapping wildly, a noisy tale.
Beaks snap and claws clash over seeds,
All caught up in their greedy needs.

A push, a peck, a daring dive,
They jostle and tumble, so fierce, so alive!
They fight and fight, oblivious to all,
Not noticing who's creeping by the wall.

A flash of grey, a twitching tail,
The squirrel swoops in without fail.
Up it scurries, the prize in its paw,
Leaving the blackbirds squabbling over nothing at all!