Hierarchy Of The Birds Poem by Emmanuel Stone

I see birds and their hierarchy
And in these trees they live
And have for eons in the past

From ground to tree they fly,
Their hierarchy controlling paths
And the noble blooded fill the sky

And one bird of noble type
Lies flailing and rolling in the roots,
Its place above the trees lays waiting

The noble bird amongst the roots
Wants to fly with the highest
But its wings have not unfurled

To unfurl these wings is its one desire
And the noble bird tries but cannot,
Cannot reach the branches that beckon