Cawing Morning Poem
February 10, 2017 6:32am CST
Good morning. I wrote this short poem last night, to be honest. However, it was about something I experienced last morning. And I can't wait for some sleep. I'm a vampire, they said. The sun climbs the hill, the bells touch, sparrows chirp weakly among sweet croaks. The crows, the crows, my fabolous siblings! I bet, I'm sure, for coffee they're begging! How would you explain all that crying at seven o'clock in the morning? It's raining, so the meeting I had to attend today might be postponed. Good, maybe I can go to sleep earlier. Update: The meeting WAS postponed. Me goes to sleep! Laters.
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Wow, I didn't know. English as foreign language wouldn't have helped me either, I thought rooks were crows. I mean, never heard that word before. Here all black birds of that family are usually "corvi". I don't think we have rooks here anyway, at least not in the cities.
• Genova, Italy
Sorry for this question: But you, at what time, you usually fall asleep? You have to know that every night I have to make use of sleeping pills. On these evenings, however, I want to follow all the episodes of "Festival di Sanremo 2017". Already, I am very saddened for the elimination of "Gigi D'Alessio"