Why aren’t there any birds? A poem

Why aren’t there any birds?

 

Why aren’t there any birds? She asked,

Slapping the fly that had landed on her arm.

Why aren’t the trees all full of sweet song in the mornings?

As she festooned the ant’s nest with powder.

I miss the sweet trill of birds, she reflected

As she sprayed herself with mosquito repellant.

Birds are so beautiful. I am so sad they are all gone,

As she doused the vegetables with insecticide.

I miss their trill and colour, she said sadly

As the electric zapper sparked and a singed body fell.

Oh! She cried

A poor butterfly

As the brightly coloured wings smouldered.

 

Opher – 3.5.2018

14 thoughts on “Why aren’t there any birds? A poem

  1. Hey Opher, Namaste 🙂

    This is rather fun: but yet with an ironic edge as sharp as a razor. Soulful as well, the poem finds passion running deep in still water.

    What colour was the butterfly in your mind when you wrote this?

    Namaste 🙂

    DN

      1. Hmmm, that’s very specific: relating to Gaia by any chance? 🙂

        Oh I’m just picking up the email now as your notification came through…spooky eh?! lol 🙂

        Namaste 🙂

        DN

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