the bird that woke us up at 5am
probably won’t be there
when we reach the branch.
it needs no praise.
it has sky.
Tags: birds, poetry, wake up whistles and chirps
This is the second poem I have read this morning about a 5am wake-up call from a bird. Something’s going down and I didn’t get the memo.
Really like those closing lines.
And morning bird song is great. Even more so when my dog feels like joining in.
i can never tell if a bird is stuck in monologue,
but a dog always seems to be saying something to a bird.
it seems fair; one has bite, the other wings to escape.
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