Blue Birds and Eagles

A new neighbor moved in next door. Seems nice enough-a bit eccentric. Plays his music with vigor and verve. I don't mind as I fancy heavy metal birds- He said, once upon a time he'd a billion friends. Who'd give him rides to Starbucks in electric vehicles... They turned sour after he'd purchased a one song bluebird. Plucked stones from its throat-freed it from its cage. They didn't fancy that the bird had more diversity of song. That it looked more like an eagle and refused to be bought. He said the good news was that he'd made 2 billion new friends. That some even give him a lift in their gas-powered pick-up trucks... How ironic is that.