song birds out my window
Tiny dinos? Living alarms clocks
I cannot hit snooze, they’re too damn organic
But hey
they’re just trying to….
fuck
Or mate, but what’s the difference
It’s all the same to a bird
And who am I to grudge them their music
Don’t they have the right? At least to try
Better I should wish them luck
It’s not good for a bird to be alone
Anyway
that’s what I assume
Do birds get lonely?
Yes
Do I?
Maybe I should try singing
… anyway
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Clever!
Ha! 👏