One Morning Poem by jools England

Woke early one morning
the earth lay cool and still
when suddenly a tiny bird
perched on my window sill
it sang a song so lovely
so carefree and so gay
that suddenly all my sorrows
began to slip away
it sang of far off places
of laughter and of fun
it seemed his very song
brought out the morning sun
I pulled back the covers
and crept slowly out of bed
and gently shut the window
and crushed his freaking head.
I'm NOT a morning person!