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The Waking Bird

Good morning, the waking bird
How was your night?
It has become every day
You knock my window plane;
I’m sorry for bothering you to keep me sane

You come and go with a note of waking
When am still snoring
The rising sun attests to your courage
Showing you in my cracked window plane
I gently croon ‘Two Little Black Birds’

I hear the flap of your feathers
When I chorus the poem
Come and take the helm

The first day you came I cringed in terror
Because you come with a look of horror
Your horny claws are good at horology
Design on my window plane as a travesty,
Of time

You come to know if I’m awake
How was your night?
It has become every day
You come near my window
To say good morning

I waited all night
To say good night.

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of where this one is going. I think that you are trying to say that you were afraid all night to see the birds in the morning and
you couldn't sleep until you saw them? ~ Geezer.

It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

I like your comment.

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