The Trees and the Birds

I have to say, this isolation doesn't appear to be affecting me at all. I was thinking... The wind must come from somewhere. Do the trees make the wind with their ceaseless moving around? “KKKeeeeepp STILL!!” I shriek at the trees from my bedroom window but they pretend not to hear. Science says trees can talk to each other over some secret, underground, filament-like network - so I know the ba$tards are listening. And I don’t know about this new generation of birds - these tearless, happy birds that chirp just to be fashionable. They annoy me when they pretend to be unaware of the value of silence. “Shut UP!” I scream at a speckled bird who stares down at me like I’m insignificant. “Yeah, the woolly mammoths ignored us too,” I remind it. I give it the two-fingered, back and forth “Yeah, I’m watching you” gesture. Then it just chirps right past me, as if I don't exist. Aaarrrgghhh! So I give that bird the bird.