Crazy Spaghetti

This bird flew past me, wings frozen and crisp

Unheard, it lasted, with more friends, they'd grip

Up on the leafless trees, looking for debris

With a chance of a breeze, or stormy indeed

Baby birds sitting in nests, extending their neck

They have heard mama is best but she's feeding them less

The worms have built vests, suits shooting reckless

Mama is best but today she has left...

She left to find food for the family

The nest in vines would store anomaly

The night came too fast, no signs of mommy

Red eyes made a flash, they came in calmly

Babies asleep, they couldn't see the slithering

Dreaming so deep, distracted by bickering

"Mama all week was chirping these random things"

But now it's too late to practice their defending...