Heads in the sand

Morning birdsong, lyric notes in hedge and field
the rook lies dead with shots if lead impailed
eat the grain and gorge and feed
the grits, that flour the crush of mill and wheel

Vermin with a flight so steep, swoop and settle on a leaf
its larder bountiful and free
as we mourn, It already dressed in black
that thief the odds against its existance stacked

But our years they are not future proofed
as animals we all stand within that group
clipped wings a cage will self destruct
endangered, a concept upon us thrust

For each species the balance is the same
for if they die our life goes down the drain
 dominance its sequal is profane
heads in the sand the hourglass unturned ingrained