The Early Bird

Posted by Brad Osborne on July 5, 2020 · 20 Comments 

 

 

It is a sad little song

Warbled in the dawn

Insomniatic wren

He is at it again

 

He sings out so loud

Feathers preened and proud

He gives his very best

Asleep are all the rest

 

To whom does he sing

This aria given wing

What does he need to say

At the earliest of the day

 

Not heard by a mate

Sleeping in so late

But he goes on undeterred

Singing out his lonely words

 

Is it just for me

This morning symphony

What message is he sending

With my sleep he’s ending

 

I do not want to criticize

Could you not wait for sunrise

To throat your lovely song

As the others sing along

 

Or is this your scheme

To keep me from my dream

With all the noise you make

Forcing me awake

 

 

 

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