Birdsong of Destruction

Birds in a Tree by George Hodan

Where others see serenity in flight,
I see demons on the wing,
An airborne menace girded in razor talons,
Waiting for the perfect opportunity,
Screeching caws echoing
From the depths of Hell
To signal their wanton attacks.
Humans are ill-designed
To defend against
Predatory aeronautics
From such indiscriminate foes,
Beak and claw ready to disembowel
Perceived invaders to their turf.
Some say the world will end
In a hail of fire and brimstone,
But I know the apocalypse approaches
With feathers and birdsong.



Written for a prompt from Poetic Bloomings asking for poems about birds.  I found great inspiration in the work of Alfred Hitchcock (and by extension Daphne du Maurier) for this poem.