Birds Are Texting Each Other

Exactly at this moment
birds are texting each other.
They've mastered our technology;
They're just waiting to take over.
Waiting for the opportune moment.
This has been going on throughout human history.
Why do you think we killed the passenger pigeons?
You think they were so plentiful they blotted out the sun, and then, one day, just like that, they were gone?
Ha ha, you. You probably believe in continental drift or "software."

(In this symphony inspired by Superman
which I'm listening to
there are whistles.
They are strangely appealing.)

The worst are the red-winged. I dare not utter their full name.
Birds called them the "black hope."
They are first in line to begin the attack and enslavement of humans. 
That's how's come [sic] we had to kill a bunch of 'em in Arkansas the other day.

You think it's a coincidence that Arkansas lost to Ohio State a couple days later? In football? C'mon. Don't tell me you believe everything you hear over the radio. You think birds can't broadcast? What do you think their plumage is for?  Why do they fly around all willy-nilly? You think they don't have PLANS for us, after all? Don't you realize they CAN FLY??? CAN YOU FLY??? How hollow are your bones? You think osteoporosis is a disease? WAKE UP, America. Your country is being stolen from you and replaced by a flighty menace: bird-people.

If birds can't broadcast I'm a snowy owl.
It's strangely appealing in this dark hollowed out tree
and I think I'll sleep, since it's daytime... in Hawaii.