At the early morning light
a nest of birds clearly sat
chirping ever in fright
of my ever staring cat
A glass window separated
the predator and the prey
as I watched from my bed
the black night turn to grey
The chirping grew louder
and my eyes went hell-bent
She then started to purr
my cat no longer silent
I crawled from my place
and pushed the cat out of the way
now because of them I’d have to face
the early light of day
The window was opened
With the gun came a bang
Their wounds wouldn’t mend
Not a note they would sang
Quietness can be bought
If you know how to win
I smiled at the thought
I’m not a morning person
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