Please stop tweeting
The other morning I was filling the bird feeders on our deck and I noticed a glorious red cardinal staring at me, intently. I wasn’t late filling the feeders, which is the usual reason for the “hairy” eyeball.
“Why the look?” I asked him, “I’m not late.”
“You’ve got to stop him from tweeting! He’s giving all us birds a bad rap,” the bird implored.
“Who?” I asked.
“Trump, you twit!” responded the bird, wings flapping in frustration. “When people hear us tweet,” he continued, “they don’t say how nice that is. They complain that it reminds them of Trump’s ‘tweets’ – especially the late night stuff. You can’t imagine how that makes the owls feel. They say they don’t give a hoot, but I know better.”
“I’ll do what I can,” I promised. The cardinal thanked me and flew off to announce that breakfast was ready.
Mr. Trump, please stop tweeting. It’s for the birds.
Submitted by Virtual Newsroom