The Wrog Bird : A Freewrite

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The cry of this bird by my window is terrible to the ears, I've tried to catch it by the day, to no avail. The deep forest isn't helping either. And I'm running out of patience.

I finally found it, the poor things was taking a cover underneath a tree. Stucked there, that's why it cries in the night.

I felt sorry for it and let it loose.

My sleep the next day was supposed to be sweet, but no, this things came again, shouting it's horrible cry. Deafening to the ear and horrible. I knew right there what I had to do. Kill the poor thing.

Getting there the next day and didn't meet it there. Set a trap, should in case. Went to sleep.

Trust me, the misery continue.

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