a poem 4 u

i awoke early this 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 guy, that slowlyall my troubles began too slip away. he sang of far off places, of laughter and of fun, it seemed his very chirping brought up the morning sun. i stirred beneath the coverscrept slowly out of bed, and gently shut the window and crushed his f@#king head.

I'm not a morning person!!

lol aww poor birdy lol