Beautiful, Adorable Birds

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The thoughts on birds at five in the morning after entering dawn from the wrong end.

Submitted: March 19, 2012

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Look at you, sat in melodic song.
Damn birds,
so sweet sounding, so bloody cute.
You make the judgement:
walking through dawns door is wrong.
I'm perched here, tired and unaware, then you're off!
You begin to ring, nagging at the world.
How wrong am I to see this side of morn?
Little do you know how my mind unfurls
beneath you're disapproving scorn.

Guilt blocks out the rising sun
as the epiphany engulfs my mind to sleep.
That's the problem with you birds, you're no fun;
towards bed I begin to creep.
When next I hear nature's timekeepers sing,
it had better not be at five in the morning.


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