On Friday, May 9, 1997 at 7:00:00 PM UTC+12, Hugh Williamson wrote:

Does anyone know the poem about the bird on the window sill which
ends

"so I gently closed my window...and crushed it's little skull"

I heard it like this
As I awoke one warm spring morn"
When all sweet things are born
A robin perched upon my sill to greet the coming dawn
So sweetly did that new born sing as I lay in my bed
I leaned a cross and shut the sill
And crushed its bleedin' head

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