Birds of America

The mountains are shrinking and the birds of America are just too sad about it to wait around and watch it all happen, so they gotta go. It’s truly a sight to see. I want to yell up to the sky and talk with them. I want to hear their take on all of this, and not just about the mountains but also about the pesticides and overdevelopment of infrastructure, but they can’t hear me, they can only see me waving and jumping up and down from below. They are leaving by the minute, trying to go establish home elsewhere with bird relatives and bird friends across the way, but there is a giant glass window that keeps rising every day. You can’t see the glass window from here, it’s a ways out from town, but at certain parts of the day, like real late at night or when most people haven’t woke yet, you can hear the sound it makes.