Evening Chorus

It’s not just the birds who sing from on high, you know.

I do too.

I have perfect pitch.

People stand in the street below and remark on my voice. Rachel says I remind her of Alessandro Moreschi in more ways than one.

She loves to hear me perform.

“YowooOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! YowooOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” I sing.

Cultural enrichment of the neighbourhood, I call it.