Birds Stung Silent

This morning was quite unlike the last. Stooping branches held no breath of song. No trills, no calls, no sudden flutter flaps of wings beating air. Silence only broken by the hushed quiver that's something's wrong. The wind lifted to stir the birds awake, to shake their perches off their quiet interlude, but all to no avail. For the sprays to kill weeds and baits to kill rodent pests as well, had unintended well foretold and known blatant consequences killing birds as well. Stung by humans who believe that nature exists for their convenience, and that it is appropriate, to send innocent bystanders to hell, to where the birds fell, silent.