The Birds  

                after the 1963 film directed by Alfred Hitchcock

            the movie

No one knows
why gulls and crows
turned murderous that day.
Some blame the blonde
who was so fond
of Mitch—but others say
that to our shame,
we’re all to blame,
that we become the prey
when we abuse
all nature, choose
to damage, waste, betray
winged innocents.
We might see hints
there in Bodega Bay
that here as well
some feathered hell
could be one frame away.

Jean Kreiling

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Jean Kreiling would be pleased to hear them.