The Trees And The Birds Poem by anais vionet

I have to say, this isolation doesn't appear to be affecting me at all.

I was thinking... The wind must come from somewhere.

Do the trees make the wind with their ceaseless moving around?

"KKKeeeeepp STILL! ! " I shriek at the trees from my bedroom window but the trees pretend not to hear. Science says trees can talk to each other over some secret, underground, filament-like network - so I know the ba$tards are listening.

And I don't know about this new generation of birds - these tearless, happy birds that just chirp to be fashionable. They annoy me and they pretend to be unaware of the value of silence.
"Shut UP! " I yell at a speckled bird who stares down at me like I'm insignificant.
"Yeah", I say, " the woolly mammoths ignored us too, " I warn.
I give it the two-fingered, back and forth "Yeah, I'm watching you" point.
Then it just chirps right at me. aaarrrgghhh!
So I give it the bird.