Et tu, Blue Jay?

All over the Ides of March they would feast
But especially at the dangling cobb
Where at every kernel they soon released
Rage like Caesar's assassinating mob!

But this was a mob of squirrels and birds,
Not feral senators of ancient Rome
Using daggers in lieu of their stately words
At the feeder hung in front of my home!

They dispatched that cobb with their teeth and beaks
Much like Brutus at a maple tree forum
Leading that pack of murderous freaks
In a fiendish quorum of anti-decorum,

Which led to feathers and fur in schism...
Like Grand Old Parties and populism!