The birds talk to me, I just heard my name,
Flying up so high they will not be tamed,
Not scared of the creature,
but of what it can say,
Can you work out what the chirps convey?
A coincidence too many times,
The same bird ‘song’, line after line,
“Twit, twit, twit, it’s you”
I can hear the voices,
Can you hear them too?
Flaps in my ear, then the noise disappears,
They follow me everywhere I go,
Tune into the tune of the predictions of doom,
Then life will go more with the flow,
The chirps of threes and fives,
Tell me how to live my life
Pecking at my brain in a rhythmic way
Make sure you listen to what they have to say
But now I know they’re coming for you!
The birds told me and they will tell you too…