It all began with one little tweet—
A few frustrated pecks at a keyboard
Echoing through an empty cyber sky.
It was a fowl sound
That never should have been uttered…
But a note once tweeted
Can never be called back.
Other birds took up the song,
Each louder and more discordant
than the last.
The noise summoned hungry birds of prey,
Hunting simply because they could.
They didn’t even eat
What they killed.
In the end
The unsuspecting victims were forgotten
While the vultures gloated together
over the carcasses.
Alfred Hitchcock would have been proud;
He knew how terrifying angry birds can be.