Rejection

I have received my first official rejection letter from the New Yorker.  It's so pleasant that I can't really feel offended, and plus I probably should have started at the Metro Station not the Eiffel Tower:

Dear MissWhistle,

I feel as you do about birds and  birdsong even though this poem didn't find
a home here. Many thanks for sharing it.

Best wishes,

Alice Quinn

Isn't that the nicest rejection letter you've ever seen?