Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Birdserk

I'm in the cabin all alone.
There is the shattering of glass.
Inside, hundreds of birds have flown.
Screeching, they come at me in mass.
Frantic, I wonder where to go.
There is a closet, that's nearby.
I scramble to it, keeping low,
And dive inside, wondering why
The birds are doing such a thing.
Huddled behind the closet door,
I listen to the sounds on wing,
Mad, like I've never heard before.

Something has made the birds crazy.
I hear them coming in for me.