The Difficulty of Being God and Practising a Policy of Non-interference

Two small brown birds arrived three months ago.
They found a perch and sang of owner’s rights,
proclaimed our leafy tree and shrubs below,
their Eden, sipped our garden’s sweet delights.

They made no secret of their presence here;
and vibrated with passion these past weeks.
Their plans to nest became supremely clear
with twigs and grasses borne in tiny beaks.

All Edens have an asp in residence,
and asps can come in almost any shape.
Two stand beneath our tree, one’s on the fence:
two magpies and a raven, beak agape.

It’s hard to be a god and just stand back,
while those you love plot death, and then attack.