the trees and the birdsA Poem by anais.vionetthis isolation isn't affecting me at all.I have to say, this isolation doesn't appear to be affecting me at all. I was thinking... The wind must come from somewhere. Do the trees make the wind with their ceaseless moving around? “KKKeeeeepp STILL!!” I shriek at the trees from my bedroom window but the trees pretend not to hear. Science says trees can talk to each other over some secret, underground, filament-like network - so I know the ba$tards are listening. And I don’t know about this new generation of birds - these tearless, happy birds that just chirp to be fashionable. They annoy me and they pretend to be unaware of the value of silence. “Shut UP!” I yell at a speckled bird who stares down at me like I’m insignificant. “Yeah”, I say, “ the woolly mammoths ignored us too,” I warn. I give it the two-fingered, back and forth “Yeah, I’m watching you” point. Then it just chirps right at me. aaarrrgghhh! So I give it the bird.
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