War Birds

Where do birds go when war trumpets blow? Do they weave thick twigs into fragile nests... or preen away angst- preparing for death. Do they believe it's just another storm. Wishing that it be the last. They're not privy to the prophecies, nor the heart of wayward man. After the last of the madness descends are they forever changed? Do wings beat a little differently... are their ancient hymns forever stained.