Baby Birds: Science Fiction

The baby birds popped their heads out of the olympo tree to watch the parade of beasts go by, sad that they were too young to join in. Their mama and papa both joined the winding parade as it trumpeted and sang and stomped its way through the forest. They never came back. After it was dark again and they should be sleeping, the baby birds could not, because they were so hungry they felt that if they slept, they might die. And they would have. They chirped and peeped and complained even though it was the quiet time, when they should be sleeping. But they were hungry and did not want to die. Eventually a shadow came along and stopped in front of the olympo tree. "Oh," the voice said.

Inspiration: Seeing something poke its head out of the bole in the neighbor-across-the-alley's tree.
Story Potential: High? Medium?
Notes: Writing from this perspective's weird, but maybe the way this should be written? And who or what piped away all the animals? To what fate? Is this an environmentalism parable? I just don't know.