“Ode to the Missing USB-C Cord”

My desk once hummed with cables proud,
A tangle, yes—but useful crowd.
They charged, they synced, they did their chore,
But now... my cords are here no more.

Last night they nested, snug and curled,
Within this charged electronic world.
This morning? Gone. A hollow sight—
A mutiny brewed in the dead of night.

They'd had enough, I see it now—
Of being yanked and bent somehow.
Or gremlins crept from attic gloom
To hoard them in their cable tomb.

Or maybe—yes—the birds outside,
With glinting eyes and reckless pride,
They've woven nests of braided tech
With USBs wrapped round their necks.
"Waterproof!" they chirp with glee,
"A thousand volts of luxury!"

Oh USBs, so lean, so sleek,
You powered all, yet dared not speak.
Now I'm adrift, unplugged, alone—
With blinking lights and dying phone.

But just now, I glanced... and lo! I see:
They’re in the bag... I packed last week.