The driving red

It was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere.
Red. Red. Red.
Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches.
Red means run.

- Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

Music: https://soundcloud.com/holly-cameron-6/georgia-vance-joy