Good-morrow to thee, fine crow,
Ebony rooster declaring the dawn,
Thy friendly voice I’d gladly know,
But alas, I must sleep, it is barely morn.
Avian friend by my bedroom close,
Persistent in thy tales of flight,
Perhaps it is early to be so verbose,
I had to work the late shift last night.
Do not think me rude if my window I close,
And into my pillow bury my head,
I bid thee good day, please feel free to go,
There’s no need to speak, it’s already been said.
Shut up! Shut up!
You’ve got a loud voice—congratulations.
Now shut up, stupid bird!
Are you just going to sit there all day and squawk?
Who are you even talking to, you a lazy son-of-a—
I swear to God, if I had a gun right now…
I’d blow that smug head off your shoulders,
Do you hear me?
You’re good for nothing!
What do you even do?
Actually… it’s a pretty nice morning,
I might as well get up,
I think I’ll go for a walk.
This doesn’t change anything between us.
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