there are bright orange birds sitting on my window
but when they erupt in song
i don’t know what it is
i keep looking around
saying
you see that?
you hear that?
you hear that?
it’s like no one hears them
it’s like no one sees them
and i’m dying
because i think they’re so cool
so beautiful
and it’s like nobody hears them
and i’m like
well i’m not crazy am i?
these beautiful birds have the most glorious tone
and if you heard them, it would soothe you
and if you spoke to them, they would talk to you
and if you called them, they’d come to you
and these birds are bright orange
i’ve never seen anything like it
and it made me pretty sad after a while
to realize i was the only one who heard these birds
then i looked around
then something behind me caught my attention
then i looked around and saw the people that saw what i saw
i’d just forgotten to look back
but they saw what i saw!
they heard what i heard!
and on the window still there they are
bright orange birds
