Birds

I hear the buzzing sounds.
Engines, cars and bikes, no birds, no birds.
God, how hard it pounds.
I think nowone likes, no birds, no birds.

Oh i miss so much my house.
The grass, the trees and the birds, the birds.
In this cage i am a mouse.
A mouse eaten by these birds, these birds.

My memory is treasoning.
It only reminds me of the birds, the birds.
So, i've been reasoning,
I may eventually have to kill off the birds, the birds.