Birdbrained

Recently I was awakened by birds, not by sweet melodic chirps or a ranting caw caw but the sound of misguided myopic avians smacking into the bedroom window. What the fuck? Perhaps it's this Bird Flu season upon them and in their feverish dementia they see a tree in the glass, or maybe they're temporarily blinded by a reflection, or maybe they've watched the news and the sound of BUSH'S VOICE trying to speak broken English sent them into a spiral of suicidal flight. YEAH, I think it's the latter.