The three birds crash and boom through the forest
People gape in awe as they watch the splendid sight
Many unsure if they should have coursed
People had begun to deforest
But even with the chopping, sawing hum
But even with the unending rains of sawdust
The three flapping whooshing birds still flew
Blaring their forgotten sovereign songs of anger and hate that few knew
The three birds hopping they would crush the workers with the weight
With their endless chirping songs of lore
Endless booming *****
endlessly beating thumping hearts up until that day
Later When the people looked day and night
Not one could find a trace of those now forgotten birds
Gone like the wind no longer heard
After all where would a bird live in a newly constructed hotel or city
Gone like the lore those people once heard
There are no more booming bustling birds
Not one could be heard