Silence rings, my ears bleed
Birds, millions of birds swarming
Chittering, twittering, chirping
Everywhere and nowhere
Flying, fluttering, falling
Their noise unbearable
Their silence deafening
I stand amid the tornado screaming
Beaks, talons, feathers
Biting, scraping, scratching
But now I see why I bleed
For the birds are not birds as they would have you to see
No, they are lions
Lions that walk upon two feet
Lions that talk like man
Lions that do not eat their prey
But feast upon it
With words and silence alike
The birds are lions and I am bones
