The Early Bird


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


13 Responses to “The Early Bird”
  1. beth says:

    I’m another lark and wish to be more of an owl at times, but I love the quiet peace of the day before the busy-ness of the day begins

  2. I too love that time of day, before dawn, all quiet, the house to myself… I used to have my energy at night, now it has changed to the morning… Beautifully written my friend!

  3. yassy says:

    What a beautiful ditty, Brad. It was an accompaniment to the Wren’s song. Your verse is so in tune with nature.

  4. kristianw84 says:

    I love your humor, my dear! I love listening to the birds, but it is annoying when a singular bird is singing so early in the morning. I have a crow that likes to wake me often. I have no idea idea what he’s cawing on about, but he has something he wants me to hear! πŸ˜’

  5. jonicaggiano says:

    I had to refollow you, nothing I did. This is happening a lot but I am trying to let go of issues on WP because there is nothing I can do.

    Your poem about the wren in beautiful indeed. The wren is one of the loudest and most avid singers. I love them and your poem describes the tiny birds so accurately. Blessings to you Brad. Jonikins πŸ€—

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