The Birds

“Naa. I don’t think they give a wit about us here. Probably don’t even notice us,” Clem said to none of his horizontal pole-sitting friends, though they all heard.

“Oh, they notice us all right,” Emma said. “When we’ve eaten some nasty seed, they know we’re around post-haste. Surprised they don’t wear hats more often. It’s our generous contribution to society.”

“Yeah, but we miss more than we hit, so I still say they don’t even notice us. Quick quick, look at that navy blue truck down there. Those people inside are pointing at us. Wave, y’all, wave. We’re gonna go viral somewhere. Say cheese curds.”

Emma said, “Cheese curds? No way. They’re just making fun of us. Yeah, look at ‘em, just laughing away.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Clem said. ‘Never trust a human’ is my motto in life. Nothing but trouble. Woop, green light. Feel the warmth of those cars underneath. Ahh. Alert alert. Diesel diesel. Blue truck’s rolling coal. Repeat, Blue truck’s rolling coal. Target is acquired. Bomb’s away, ladies and gents, bomb’s away!”