Happy Birthday to ME!!!

. . . and several of my friends. In honor of my birthday, here's a poem my sister once sent me.

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 little head
~
I am just not a morning person.

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