A Morning Poem

[BikeWriter]

I woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched on my window sill.

He sang a song so lovely
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.

He sang of far off places
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath the covers
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window
And crushed his fucking head.

I'm not a morning person.

[madinmaryland]

1. Good One!

I feel the same way about the birds outside our windows in the morning! Things start up a 5:00am during the summer.

:grr:

[BikeWriter]

2. I hate it when the parrots come by here...

They drop in to see if my figs are ripe yet and they're noisy. I don't mind the regular birds, though.

[wildhorses]

3. .......

:rofl:


surprise ending:thumbsup:

[BikeWriter]

4. Hee hee hee! Yep, I liked it. ;-)