SIGNS OF THE TIMES
A Small Paper With Small Articles Because It's Just Plain Small
Volume 1, Number 30
Good Morning
By: Donna Smith
Age 6
The sun was shining brightly,
And I could hardly wait,
To ponder at my window,
And gaze at my estate.
The breeze was blowing briskly,
Making flowers sway,
The garden was enchanting,
On this inspiring day.
My eyes fell on a little bird,
With a gorgeous yellow bill,
I beckoned him to come and sit,
Upon my window sill.
I smiled at him cheerfully,
Gave him a crust of bread,
Then quickly closed the window,
And smashed his fucking head.