Answer:
I fly from one branch to another and look down at the strange creatures below me. How odd and queer these creatures are! They stay on the ground, never once enjoying the rush of a good flight.
And their manner of communication! A cacophony if anything! One minute the creature speaks in a certain manner, and another minute it sounds completely different.
They have what I suppose they named hands and legs, a mouth, a nose, and eyes.
Sometimes they get very close to me as if they're going to hurt me. When they do so, I take flight, fearful of their malevolent intentions.
Unlike the nests which we, the birds, make and have, the queer creatures create a shelter that is bigger than the tree itself. And they put items inside it! How odd!
They sometimes go out and get into a sort of machine, I think I heard them name it 'a car'. The machine comes to life and makes me jolt out of fear, as I watch it move away at a speed that even I cannot match.
At other times, they leave some of their food out in the open, and when it is left unsupervised I fly there and eat it, for their food doesn't resemble ours in any way.
But these pests, these creatures, they are unfortunate for they can never take off to the sky. They can never fly away from their troubles.
But I can.
I hope this helps! (•◡•)
