Wednesday, July 27, 2016

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.

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