There was a murder in the street outside my house this morning. It wasn’t the first time; it happens every morning. I’m pretty sure it’s the same culprits out there raising hell and making noise as soon as the sun comes up every day. Well, next time I’ll be ready. Tomorrow morning I’ll have my BB gun by my side just waiting for the first caw.
Then it’ll be a massacre. After that I’ll sleep while black feathers blow silently around in the street.