Humans are the danger

In my hut in the woods, the trees are telling me something.

I listen. They say, "Danger is lurking near."

I say, "All is well. I'll help you."

I spring to my feet, 

I flap my wings,

I fly so quick.

I see them. The humans are coming.

I call, I summon.

We attack, we peck.

The birds are at war with the humans.

We give, they take.

We give them life, they give us death.

We care if one dies and they do not.

We lose the war.

We lose our home.

They must stop this,

Or we will be gone.