Feeding the Wild Song Birds We had to stop feeding the wild song birds: Veranda rails were a hot spot of invitation. We’d fed them meat there, for their hunger Was cute and noisy. We were new, waiting. They are cannibals. We realise we’d failed. Kookaburras, butcher birds, magpies and crows; They drove out all the blue wrens, willy-wagtails Who were the usual visitors, and everyone knows Honey eaters don’t eat meat. The magpies, Butcher birds, kookaburras, crows are keeping Watch on us now. They follow, glued like spies, For worms, bugs we kill in grass, mowing. Magpies are always…