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