"eyes are watching birds that trill and
dive for cover, eyes that wish as
tails swish and claws unsheath in hooks
that spring to kill."

"down, down with beady eyes, to shuffle their nests and hope their best that wind and rain and birds can
compromise."

It's great how you splash rhymes here and there. And even though you hit the reader with a rhyme on the last line in each of these stanzas, they hit on a different note, or maybe at a different pace each time.

You keep us on our toes.

"eyes are watching birds that trill and
dive for cover, eyes that wish as
tails swish and claws unsheath in hooks
that spring to kill."

"down, down with beady eyes, to shuffle their nests and hope their best that wind and rain and birds can
compromise."

It's great how you splash rhymes here and there. And even though you hit the reader with a rhyme on the last line in each of these stanzas, they hit on a different note, or maybe at a different pace each time.

You keep us on our toes.

Shit, sorry about the double post there. Although now that I'm back I'd like to insert this before the last line:

"and then BLAMMO, no rhyme at the end of the poem."

It's all about the rhythm, maaaaan. Like, ya know?