I woke early one morning,
The Earth lay cool and still.
A tiny bird,
Perched on my window sill.
He began to chirp,
welcoming the coming day.
A song so beautiful,
that my troubles slipped away.
He sang of far off places,
Of laughter and fun.
It seemed that his chirping,
brought up the morning sun.
I stirred under the covers;
I stirred under the covers;
Crept slowly out of bed,
Then gently shut the window,
crushing his little head.
So what... I'm not a morning person.
~Zngga'sWorld