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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice! I left some small suggestions elsewhere.