I remember that day like any other;

my whole world ended only five years ago.

My luscious evergreen forest, clear teal skies.

My majestic coffee ground nest,

gone in a blink of an eye.

They came out of nowhere;

I can still hear those distant echoes of oaks falling,

the smell of nauseous fumes filling the air.

Slowly turning the beautiful teal sky a smoggy gray,

I'm forever condemned to this oak prison.

I look up but those beautiful teal skies disappeared;

I only hear the echoes of waves crashing.

I can’t fly due to stress of losing more feathers,

and if I could I’d have no nest to go back to.

This oak prison is home,

a home with only oak walls.