Kryptonite or How did the Chicken Cross the Road

Ok… Ok… It’s Saturday, big deal. I lay back on my nest just relaxing and enjoying the cool breeze, as I listen to some 3 Doors Down through my ear phones. Berta next to me is whispering away to Susie all the gossip from the nest in the branch above us. I can hear the boys in that nest cracking the tried and true “What came first? The Chicken or the Egg?” Like I haven’t heard this joke a million and one times? At least get some new material for Robin’s sake.
“Hey Mercy!”
I pretend I don’t hear the call through my shell. I love my hard smooth shell. It’s my own private hideaway. No dents… No cracks… Simple perfection in its creamy texture, though momma keeps an eye out for squirrels and other thieves, such as hawks. It helps that us Eastern Screech Owls have our own signal for alarms and such. Now don’t you make momma mad she will hiss or snap at you to defend us babies…
Speaking of babies, god I wish those two would hush up! All they do is talk… talk... talk! Day and night it’s the same thing! I need some music to scramble my brains! I lift my arms to stick my earphones back on my shell when I hear it again…
“Hey Mercy! Mercy!”
“WHAT!”
I know I shouldn’t scream but all I want to be is left alone so I could lose myself into the vibe of bass guitar and vocals… how can they not understand!!! I mean I know I am a Eastern Screach Owl but someday I shall perform with the greats! Someday I shall be up there on stage with 3 Doors Down, Bon Jovi or even Rob Zombie!
“How did the chicken cross the road?”
I groaned and rolled my shell over in an attempt to tune them out. They have no clue of my anguish having to tolerate untalented shells like them! The music flowed through my outer shell and into my inner self. I began to play air guitar, rocking it out within the safety of my shell to the beats pumping through my headphones.
“If I go crazy then will you still | Call me Superman | If I'm alive and well, will you be | There holding my hand | I'll keep you by my side with | My superhuman might Kryptonite”
Without even realizing I had done it, I had rocked myself right out of my shell! Oh no! All could see me! I was bare! My sisters and brother stared at me as if I was a freak, no longer accepted. I had given up my shell! Reaching down I tried to pull my shell once more back around my body, only it would not reconnect. It was fragmented and in pieces.
Momma came closer and proceeded to clean me off, throwing the headset into the corner. A rumble echoed in my belly… what was that? Could this possibly be a new music? I stared with wonder out from momma’s feathers at the wide world of the woods around me as I listened to all the new noises… Such fascinating music I found myself surrounded by on all sides; not to mention the noises coming from within. I soon forgot the egg I spent so long rocking out inside, and my dreams of rocking out on stage… this new world held me captive… It was my Kryptonite.