Last night was the fourth in a row that I didn’t sleep well.
It’s the birds’ fault.
If you noticed, I put the little apostrophe thing at the end of the full word “birds” instead of before the “s” because I’m talking about more than one bird, and it being their fault. I’m sure you noticed. Good for you. Keep up the good work.
Back to the birds.
They were chirping last night and the night before and so on and so on and so on and so on…wait, I may have too many “so on”s. Anyway, it has been absolutely dreadful.
Not really absolutely dreadful, because it is kind of pleasant. I just didn’t want to say “absolutely pleasant“ because of the not sleeping thing, but I could probably truthfully state that it has been dreadfully pleasant, if you know what I mean.
I mean, what kind of birds chirp playfully and sing sing-songingly and tweet so nicefully, when it’s dark out? They must be selfish birds is what I’m thinking. Here I am in the dark, not sleeping, and there they are, making their selfish, “it’s all about me” bird noises. Nice little bird noises, I could add, and just did.
Go to sleep little birds—at least until the sun comes up. Let me sleep little birds—at least until the dawn breaks. Oh birds, oh birds.
Wait. It almost sounds like I’m singing. Those tricky, selfish birds are rubbing off on me. They’ve got me doing it now. Harrumph. Harrumph, I say!
Well, I guess it’s not so bad…waking up and chirping with my little bird friends. I have to say that I don’t mind losing a little sleep for that after all. I’m actually looking forward to tonight.
