Foul Play

Quietly they perched in their yard

Enjoying the flowers

as the large two legged beasts

hurried about

White as snow

they watched

at breakfast

at lunch

and at dinner

not needing a grain

to keep their vigor

They heard the buzz

of visiting children chattering

eager and at play

but from them

not a peep

With a clap like thunder

they flew from their nest

they attempted

a floor landing

but as eggs

went shattering 

The calamity of this catastrophe

was eased 

as the birds did not die that day

They flew on as a fond memory