Death to the Black Birds

What's this noise coming from my yard?
A ruckus, a brawl, sheer cacophony.
Robins in a gang, chirping all around:

"Death to the black birds, death to the blackbirds.
How dare you fly in here.
How dare you defile our nest."

Robins chanting, a cadence of a sound:

"Death to the black birds, death to the black birds!"

New born little robin
smashed upon the ground

Bird infanticide

Never had a chance with black birds
now in town.

Ally that I am
I chime in when I see the fix:

"Damn you cursed black birds
the electric chair - too easy.
Vigilante justice and war
the robins will bring down upon thee."

Mourning dove rests unnoticed upon my fence.

No wonder there's no peace in the Middle East.

"Death to the black birds!"