Dear Miss. Evergreen
The sun is shining, I am sitting outside.
5 degrees, I am fighting not to freeze
still, the sun is roaring
As I enjoy a gender sound
Not that of the city around me
A city I rather not found.
No, it is bird trying to drown the cities soundscape.
Covering it in its melody,
Death to humanity!
Despite his loud rudeness, his presence stayed well hidden.
The little bastard,
I did not bow in which direction to bow.
I forgot I could have clapped.
Instead, I whispered thank you for trying