Making a coffee.
A sudden thump and a clunk.
Outside the window, maculate mahogany wings rearing.
Shifting backwards in retreat.
Just a jacaranda tree.
Downstairs,
A dead dove at the doorstep.
Neck snapped.
A turtle dove pigeon, a forced collision.
Small feather and grime imprinted on the upstairs window.
It’s last tackle in a losing game of rugby.
The coo coo no more.
Flown to its death by a raptor.
The resident raptor.
Z-scores galore.
At least now I know why dead birds appear at my door.
The natural predators of the air, and how they must see.
Magnetic fields and how they are altered by human activity, how that may indeed impact habitat availability.
The irony.
Our biomimicry of design from the many species of the earth has enabled our most significant engineering feats.
The feats now threaten the species we admire,
replicating natural design and capability in artificial things.
So a Square-Tailed kite raptor, exists as my companion in the tree outside my door.
Killing the doves who do not serve its existence.
Filled with a hatred for what alters natural navigation.
As I do too.
Ah our greed as humans, and what we have created.
AI needs order to survive, everyone living in a house making money off a computer.
Data compounding.
In centers with electromagnetic frequencies only considered in how they impact the storage of data itself.
Everyone hiding behind computers to hide the egos they cannot come to terms with having.
Vulnerability
Regarding the fact we are but a meat-sack that decays.
So unable to own our vulnerability, we create what is infinite in expansion.
But not for homeostasis of the many layers of living things.
If only the birds could fight back, evolve to kill us all.
Alas as humans we intervene.
So Russia creates a big bird, a nuke for the sky.
To attack some of the many unneccesary sources of magnetic field disruption.
And we pretend it is the enemy.
The end.
The end.