The Early Bird
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It is a sad little song
Warbled in the dawn
Insomniatic wren
He is at it again
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He sings out so loud
Feathers preened and proud
He gives his very best
Asleep are all the rest
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To whom does he sing
This aria given wing
What does he need to say
At the earliest of the day
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Not heard by a mate
Sleeping in so late
But he goes on undeterred
Singing out his lonely words
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Is it just for me
This morning symphony
What message is he sending
With my sleep he’s ending
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I do not want to criticize
Could you not wait for sunrise
To throat your lovely song
As the others sing along
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Or is this your scheme
To keep me from my dream
With all the noise you make
Forcing me awake
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At least a wren is something to blame for being awake at oh-dark-hundred hours! For me, it’s about a racing mind that captures a quick thought in those seconds of wakefulness and then has to chew and gnash over it.
I feel your pain. Our minds can be so devious that way. Maybe that is why “ignorance is bliss”?
Awesome 👏
Thank you, Yasmin!
Super cool Brad, especially the end.
Thank you, Francisco!
You’re welcome Brad, and please forgive me as I accidentally rubbed out your comment on Leonardo, it was a mistake. All the best!
No worries, my friend!
Back to work real soon…
I think maybe this wren gets a kick out of waking everyone up so early…
There is one in every flock….
indeed there is…
It has been dreams keeping me awake lately, but whenever a bird disturbs my sleep, it’s always a crow…
Beautiful poem, as always!
Ah, the pains of country living….Thanks, Kristian!
How sad to cry out and not get an answer. I’m sorry about your sleeplessness, but I also feel some empathy for the wren. Look at you—making me feel sorry for a bird.🤣
You have a huge heart, Pete! As with everything in life, it is all about the timing.
Sweet!
Thanks Geoff!
Aww! I can just picture the little bird singing with all his might! Great job.
Thanks Joy!
😊 you are welcome!
I just love Wrens I see them all day from where I write. We also have a wren nest that is occupied every year. I sit out on the porch waiting to watch the mother feed the babies. I love their songs. Ours don’t sing real early but I am not an early person. I worked for years where I had to get up at 4:00 am to get ready for work so I get up around eight. Beautiful piece Brad. Sending you lots of love and sending a big hug, if you hear the wren in the morning it will be delivering my virtual hug. Love Joni
I will keep an eye out for your hugging wren!
You won’t have to, she will find you. 🤗❤️🥰