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.