Small Chirping Thing
Some small thing was chirping
behind the washing machine.
Go look I told her
is it a bird or a chipmunk?
“You go look!” She said.
I did not want to go.
I didn’t go.
After a while, the chirping stopped.
I didn’t do anything
This morning I watch TV.
Drink coffee,
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