My night with a prostitute from down the road

I discovered something new through my explorations, though but I don't mind. Romance is for the birds who like to peck at the trees. The ones who leave dents in the armor of bark and leave for new wood. I believed everything the birds had to say though. So they are comparable to the sirens of the sea. I crashed on the rocks. One night of passion. I would have been better talking to the birds through the bars. Taking in their knowledge. I don't go outside nowadays. I learned something from what I found.