pesky morning birds

tweeting in the natural fashion

not like twatters in the digital way,

right out there beyond the bedroom windows

from their condos in the trees---

happy to be alive in the morning &

ready to share it with the world,

belting out their tunes like

terribly terrific lil’ opera singers

announcing to the world

that the day is anew,

preferably just a bit before the rest of

us in the world

would like to be

awakened---

though,

fortunate is the human who gets to be

torn from a positive dream

by the les oiseaux sauvages joyeux,

as some may be forced from sleep by

prison wardens, police sirens, gunshots,

bomb explosions, screams of children,

roaring cars, trucks, subway trains,

planes overhead, an annoying crying baby

or gente molesta cojiendo como conejos,

a wo/man is still allowed to b***h

about these malicious,

mouthy,

menaces---

quietly submitting to the will of the

itty bitty birdies,

one rolls over in bed,

hoping that winter shows its face

quickly,

so those b******s find their way

south,

where they can pester them old rich

retired codgers down in

FL

(in that, there is justice).