For the Birds
There once was a land
they called Beautiful Tree
the best of the lands
where the birds want to be
Then, there were only
the Cards and the Jays
no other birds had yet
flown in to stay
Nesting in groups
with a thickness of thieves
the flocks ever growing
outnumbered the leaves
Soon there was pecking
each with their order
defending their branches
defining their borders
Then one day the Cards
took control of the place
changing the rules
at a blistering pace
The Jay's were disheartened
and flustered, they flittered
their soaring blue skies
ever darkened with twitter
The Jays still believed
they could all live as one
but if ever to be
something had to be done
Yet try as they may
and with all of their might
the Jays gentle spirits
weren't up to the fight
Watching the Cards
taking care of their own
hogging the tree
with their true colors shown
Consumed by their greed
and driven by pride
hoarding resources
as new fledglings died
With no other enemies
left to declare
they turned on each other
defiant to share
The Jays knew the secret
for them to survive
was joining together
so all birds could thrive
The Cards stacked the deck
to their utter demise
as the powerful peeps
of the Jays would arise
Singing so sweetly
in harmonic rhyme
even the Cards
were found singing in time
Soon to return
to their Beautiful Tree
ready to cleanup
the mess there would be
Once again living
a life less absurd
Isn't this Beautiful Tree
for the birds?
-Jeannie Minor
Copyright © Jeannie Cronin | Year Posted 2017
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