A Poem from the Perspective of the Carolina Wren Who Just Left My Window, and Had Been Making Alarm Calls Directly at Me for like Five Straight Minutes While I Lay Down on The Floor

I A Poem from the Perspective of the Carolina Wren Who Just Left My Window, and Had Been Making Alarm Calls Directly at Me for like Five Straight Minutes While I Lay Down on The Floor yeah that&rsquo;s right eat dirt, guy get outta here, you sad nerd I hate you II A Poem from the Perspective of the Carolina Wren Who Just Left My Window, and Had Been Making Alarm Calls Directly at Me for like Five…