
See those sleepy eyes?...That's me! Although I'm as anxious for Spring as the next person, this time change is NOT one I enjoy! Put the coffee pot on, & make it STRONG!
Early Morning
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 stupid head.
(I'm not a morning person.)
Author unknown
Of course the author is unknown...who'd take credit for this goofy poem??
Ha, ha!
Now, you all know I'm a serious bird lover, so please forgive me; my quirky sense of humor just got the best of me! That's what happens when I lose an hour of sleep!