The bird flew south in search of food.
Wind blew hard, cold and loud.
Twittering spoke just like an attitude.

Wings swoop around at a high altitude.
Swaying of trees awaken the clouds.
The bird flew south in search of food.

The feathers falling seemed so crude.
Soft, innocent touch, yet dirty and proud.
Twittering spoke just like an attitude.

All was death, decay and solitude.
All was bloody feathers and a crowd.
The bird flew south in search of food.

Disease moves farther, more confused.
Birds dying, tweets loud.
Twittering spoke just like an attitude.

People infected, increased magnitude.
You call this influenza, everyone gets plowed.
The bird flew south in search of food.
Twittering spoke just like an attitude.