E&G Thankful Things

A Morning Poem

I woke early one morning,

The Earth lay cold and still

When suddenly a tiny bird

Perched on my windowsill,

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 freaking head.

I am NOT a morning person.