I’ve been with you for twelve weeks now,
and we’ve ALMOST never had a row.
I expect that’s ‘cause I knew it would end,
just before I went ‘round the bend.
I’ve developed a bit of a twitchy eye,
and rarely make it outside to see the sky.
Still, there were highs to the everyday,
though not enough to entice me to stay.
Oh how I long to be back with my writing,
instead of on the footpath fighting
to buy my lunch with the rest of the crowd,
though I guess I should feel pretty proud.
I was again part of this Bird’s flock,
but thank F I’ve only got eleven days left on the clock.