[ WP ] Write about a bird 's day in a park from the point of view of a tree .

Everyday. Every. Day. Everyday these birds come and land on my branch and wake me up with their repetitive singing. 
 
 There's a million trees in this park, and these birds want to land on MY branch. Everyday. 
 
 And sing. Everyday. 
 
 And, hey, look - it's not that I dont like the singing. It's great... 
 
... like, the first two times. Maybe three if they catch you on a good Saturday. 
 
 But noooooo - THESE birds want to sing the SAME. SONG. 
 
 EVERY. DAY. 
 
 And then comes the conversation. Mother Earth, the conversation. 
 
 You'd think that with such beautiful singing that they'd be reciting poetry and debating on the finer points of drama, art, and music, right? 
 
 At least I did. 
 
 But when they landed on my branch for the first time and opened their little beaks... 
 
 Anyway. 
 
 And the poop. They eat these little seed things and it goes right through em. But they do n't just let it go. Nope. Birds are kind of dickish. Exhibit A of two birds in conversation: 
 
 `` Hey, you see that car over there?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 `` Nice, right?'' 
 
 `` Ooooh, yeah! I know where this is going!'' 
 
 `` Soon as he parks, I'm totally going to go poop on it.'' 
 
 And that's pretty much their routine. Sing, eat, poop, fly around and chase female birds, make nests, go to sleep and then do the same thing over again. 
 
 Every. 
 
 Day. 
 
 On. 
 
 Me. 
 
 
 
 
 

