Goodbye Birds

The Trump administration moved forward Friday with plans to scale back a century-old law protecting most American wild bird species despite warnings that billions of birds could die as a result.”  – ABC News, June 5, 2020

There are 1,093 protected species in the Migratory Bird Treaty Act. But the Trump administration said no more: “Let industry and corporations have their say. We shan’t protect the bird-brained anyway.”


Goodbye booby and bean-goose, you funny named fowl. Eff you blackbird and bluebird, appropriately masked for now. Goodbye Bushtit, indeed, this some bullsh*t I see, as buzzards go “bzzzz” into towers, 5G.


The St. Louis Cardinals will need a new shtick; my Little Chickadee, you’re now just a flick. Goodbye condor. Goodbye crane. Our skyscape shall ne’er be the same.


Goodbye creeper and crow. Goodbye dove and duck. It bears repeating, they don’t give a —


Falcon, flamingo, a gull, or a hawk. Goodbye lark, goodbye loon. Goodbye mallard and magpie. The Trump admin says it’s your fault if you die.


Goodbye nighthawk and owl; we will miss who the most. Goodbye pelican and pigeon, our beloved flying rat. Goodbye raven and robin, rockin’ no more. Goodbye roadrunner, meep, meep — How fast were your feet!


Goodbye sapsucker, you great insult of a bird. Goodbye swan, goodbye turtle-dove, goodbye 12 Days of Christmas, ya heard? U.S. Fish and Wildlife says protecting ya’ll’s for the birds.


But so long most of all, to the one we called regal. Goodbye to our very own proud bald eagle.


Trump says you should have seen that wind turbine before it chopped you to bits and besides no mascot of his will be caught dead flying into a toxic oil pit that’s un-netted so corporations could save a few bucks, so there.


Goodbye stars, goodbye air.


Goodbye birds everywhere.