Tweet, tweet, tweet

sings the Oriole

out of tune

so you stare up distracted,

yelling ‘this birds a buffoon’

and you don’t see the Hawks

killing crow after crow

you complain to your friends

about the Oriole’s show

‘he can’t even sing,

whats he doing up there?’

as a mountain of crows pile up,

you still stare.

Now the Blue Jays

and Cardinals

all pile up too

but you can’t look away,

think the songs about you.

He keeps singing and singing

but as countless birds die

you see only him

and you shout at the sky

but the Oriole sings louder

the more that you yell

you shout and you shout,

‘I hope you burn in hell!’


Yes, a birds just a bird

and a songs just a song

but you should have been watching

the Hawks all along

they have silenced the song

of the Finch, Wren, and Blackbird

but to this Oriole’s song

you hang on every word

you just can’t look away

from that miserable beak

but the Hawk follows orders,

and destroys all he seeks.

The Warbler,

and Starling,

the Pipit and wagtail

all try fighting the Hawk

but they one by one fail.


Until the lonely old Dove

offers love to the Hawk

and the Oriole screams

as the two old birds talk

and the Hawk and the Dove

reminisce on old times

while the Oriole sings

‘tweet, tweet, tweet,…

stay in line’.

Now the Hawk hangs his head

looking at empty skies

and he sticks by the Dove

as a lone Sparrow flies.

‘A mountain of dead birds

is all that I see,…

I thought this would help

every bird to be free’

As the Hawk eyes the Oriole,

the old Dove grabs his wing,

‘forget about him,

lets find Sparrow

and sing.

Without us

the Oriole’s words have no power,

we are the Spring…

he is only the flower.

In an hour, he’ll cower

and our song will rise

the spring is eternal,

the flower, it dies’.













About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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