The early bird called to the sun:
“Come out and play. Morning has come.
Listen. Listen to my song
and watch the leaves dance along.
I will fly to you to see you smile
we’ll play hide and seek
in the clouds up high.”
And so the sun rose higher and brighter
while the thrilled little bird got shriller and louder.
I tossed and grumbled in my rumpled bed
and under the pillows, I buried my head.
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I don’t mind a little chirping but not too loud in the morning ~ Good one Imelda 🙂
haha…gotta love those early morning wake up calls from the song birds…we sleep windows open so i get those as well some days….its like when you kids wake up early…smiles.
Ahh, those brilliant closing lines.
While back magpies woke me up. But they were chasing a cat away, so they had their reasons.
With reason or not, those birds, even with their pretty voices, can be troublesome. 🙂 Thanks for coming by, Skyraft.
Such sweet serenade!
Must confess–I love awakening to birdsong. Lovely poem.
Very pretty poem.
I love listening to the birds as well when I wake up. Such a sweet sound. 😀
Great poem and shots Imelda. Thanks for sharing. 😀
I smiled because isn’t that so true.. these little birds up at dawn chirping away and sometimes.. we saying no no no…. I’m not ready to start my day… Diane
Haha…sometimes the early bird is just to early for me!
This is so easy to relate to! The bird knows best, too.
Thanks. I knew I am not the only late sleeper. 🙂
🙂 You’re always so good at bringing a smile to my face! My bird now is that construction behind our house–every morning we’re awakened by loud banging, staple-gunning, and radio music. Sigh.
This sounds like me in the morning… she says as she types on well after midnight! 🙂
This is so ‘tweet’. 🙂 Lovely poem which made me smile.