Oak the Birdwhistle
I have a broken birdwhistle.
It sits on my desk
Underneath the harsh lamplight.
Its end is chipped
And I don't know if it still works.
I've been too scared to try it,
Cause if it doesn't
That means I wasted my money.
According to my parents, anyway;
They gave me that money after all.
He's really pretty though.
I named him Oak,
Because when I got him,
All I could think about was my girlfriend
Who's last name is [related to trees].
I want to hear his call again.
It reminds me of her.
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