A cardinal perched on a branch was observing the crowd.
Never before had he been so close to them, having newly found bravery.
Order was a rarity among them, so disruptive and loud.
The feathered red knew there ways, there cruelty and there slavery.
Hurting inside, he felt compelled to deliver a message.
Earnest intentions drove him to inspire his freinds in the chasm below.
Ready for action, he wandered how to acheive this presage.
Only feeling anger at the sight of them, his rage began to grow.
Now he had a a plan, yes it might just work.
Evil as they were though, they still wont leave.
Dimwitted things, theyd think he'd just gone berserk.
Oh well, he would have pleasure in watching them greive.
When the right moment came, he gathered speed, and gave one a shove.
Now he was content, hearing screams as he soared high above.