By DeAnne LeBlanc

they fly
one by one
tricked by
their own reflection
and the mirrored sky
they believe they are
flying through
not into
then it ends with a thud
slowly killing them
one by one
I think
how odd!
will they ever learn
will they never
change their path
it is after all
life or death
I go back to doom scrolling
as I eat processed microplastics
and breathe contaminated air
beating my body up about
what she couldn’t do
and I throw myself at glass ceilings
I know I will
never break
through
how utterly absurd
they are
these ridiculous
suicidal birds