Poetry Corner

Being in somewhat of a rush to get this post online before the blog server sends it to the Bytes subscribers, here is a brief bit poetry . . . 

A Morning Poem

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.