The nightingale is known to have one of the most beautiful voices. They symbolize poets and their poetry because of their creative and seemingly spontaneous songs. Nightingales get their name because they’re known to sing at night as well as during the day, their favorite time to sing is the hour just before sunrise.
One of them lives in the tree right outside my window.
It never stops! EVER! I can’t take it anymore, I’m going insane! All day and night it goes “CooOOoooo CooOOoooo” as loud as it can. Imagine a high pitched whistle. Musical? NO. Not at 5 am in the morning. Annoying to the point that you consider making rotisserie nightingale for the neighbor’s dog? Oh yes.
I know you think it’s a beautiful creature of nature, but it isn’t. This bird is pure evil.
I can tell that it’s plotting something EVIL. I just don’t know what it is yet. At first I thought it was trying to kill me with high pitched coos (coos kill. They affect the cerebral vortex of the left brain, rendering a person deaf and partially paralyzed to the point where you can only walk around dragging one leg behind the other like a zombie). But then what would it get from killing me? Nightingales don’t eat humans….I don’t think.
Maybe it’s trying to take over the world by making me a minion. I can sense the madness settling in already, it’s just a matter of time that I start taking orders from a tiny musical bird.
Maybe it’s a meth head trying to call its dealer.
Maybe it’s singing for its one true love that got lost (or ran away from his incessant cooing).
Maybe it’s just freakishly annoying.