Chronicals of a lonely man

the rain had fallen,
leaving everything a glistening wet behind,
the drops fell off of the windowsill,
drip drip drip

Where a bird lay perched,
Its sleek black feathers matched the dreary scene,
It feet tapped the metal,
tap tap tap

The bird with the wicked face,
lonely the man inside the house,
and scratched the window,
screech screech screeh

The man's eyes followed the sound to that haunted window,
to see the bird with the wicked face,
the very same one that had witnessed his wifes' death
stomp stomp stomp

The man hated that bird,
so he decided to kill it,
on that very dreary day,
Boom boom boom

The birds blood was splattered
on pices of shattered glass
the blood fell from the windowsill
drip drip drip