Dear Birdie,
outside my window
this morning,
you wanton mocker.
Was it necessary
to sing loud
copy-chirp sounds?
Swiping another’s?
Hush your shrieks.
Announce your
mate-less status later.
You may be
chipper as chirp
to see the sunrise,
but please let me sleep.
The worst part
of your miserable alarm is
I’m up now. but your silence,
now suddenly golden.
Look both ways for the sounds of nature.
Mind the gaps for twists and turns.
Our Literary Journey 
Well done, Bill. I can relate to the loud chirping of birds! Must be mating season 😉
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Thanks, Sue. The mocking birds here, especially in the mornings, can be a source of entertainment, unless one is trying to sleep. 🙂
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One of your mockingbird’s cousins lives outside my bedroom window, Bill. Amazing what an inexhaustible repertoire he has, but as you noted, it’s hard to appreciate it in the predawn hours.
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Indeed. Characters, all.
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I have a seagull that starts tapping my bedroom window with its beak around 6 o’clock every single morning!
My 60!
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Oh good grief. That would not work.
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