For 13 years, I've been down here, burrowed in my earthen bed, under layers upon layers of copious compost, unbeknownst to the world above.
13 years since I last caught but a glimpse of the gelid sunlight, as its wonderful golden rays had sunk below the wintery horizon.
13 endless, dark, dismal years, and finally, the keys to my prison have been presented to me!
No longer will I lie torpid in this sodden and sticky soil, turned tepid and soggy all around me, stifling my rotund little body;
And with a rasping whirr, I fulminate through the ground, clawing, digging, tearing through the friable sap;
And the twang of my stertorous lamentation vibrates free from my lungs as I, too, emerge once again into the strident light of the sun.
A vehement orchestrated screech wails from my tymbals, joining the multisonus white noise that caterwauls around me in all directions.
The cacophony floods the entire sky with golden dawn light that pulsates with the monotonous heartbeat of my people;
And through the din, I hear already, the amorous, ill-pitched chirrup that has resonated inside my lonely heartstrings for 13 long years;
And I quickly scurry off to find my mate amidst the myriad of warbles and discord.
