Bird House

The abandoned house on the corner
Has literally gone to the birds.
They must have found a crack in the
Old, dilapidated siding, hopped in
And proceeded to breed. Now, when one
Passes by, one is greeted by the cacophony
Of several hundred singing birds.
The unfortunate neighbors have appealed to the city,
But the birds have their own faction
Of supporters, who think the house
Ought to be turned into a kind of museum.
I myself don't mind the birds,
Just as long as they aren't up to
Any mischief--building weapons of mass destruction--
You know, Hitchcockian stuff.