Tuesday 1 February 2011: Ode to Robin
Another murder scene in the garden today, presumably the work of one of the sparrowhawks that are treating the bird feeding station as their personal deli counter,...'mmm, now what shall I have today, robin, starling, blue tit, chaffinch..? Decisions ...'
Ode to Robin
As I awoke this morning
when all sweet things are born
A robin perched on my window sill
To greet the coming dawn
He sang his sweet song so sweetly
And paused for a monent's lull
I gently raised the window
And crushed his ****ing skull
Elvis Presley
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