Spring poem

[bob300w]

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 fade 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 my covers

Crept slowly out of bed,

Then gently shut the window

And crushed his ******g head.

 

I'm not a morning person.

[berettaman1]

Good man Bob, I heard about some canaries going cheep!