A Bird.

Every summer straight away every morning,

A bird hammers its head on the window,

It sounds quite annoying,

Before I sit up,

I check to see if the room is cold,

I raise my arm to find out about matters untold,

The bird woke me by hitting my window with its beak,

Chirping to the others around him for in the morning I feel quite weak,

Getting a burst of energy,

To shoo it away,

To make it not stay,

I through the bed covers over my head,

But what I realized the bird only wanted a friend.

By: Ethan Mc Closkey

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