It’s 230 am and I can still hear him.
on and on and on…
Every bloody night!
Good Lord does he keep a freakin recording of his voice or is he just THAT puffed up with his own importance in the scheme of his life that he just wont STFU??
I understand he is lonely.
I understand he needs a mate.
I understand he is searching.
I understand he loves to sing.
I understand he is hopeful.
I understand he is needing to get laid.
I understand he is in the nesting mode.
I understand he doesnt care what time of day/night it is for he is not a slave to the clocks we humans have chained ourselves to.
I DO dammit.
Every year it is the same thing.
The Sun’s up!
The Sun’s down!
The Moon’s up!!
The Moon’s down!!
I just wish HE would understand that if he doesn’t SHADDUP for just ONE bloody night a week, I am going to hurl something at him.
one of my cats.
Bloody Bastard Bird..
so go sing over in the buffalo pasture where your dream lover might be waiting b/c she really isn’t lurking around my house after midnight you feather headed twit!!!