6:30 A.M.

How can anyone sleep
through all this RACKET?

The trees are ALIVE with birds
hopping from limb       to       limb

TWEETing,      
            cackling
CLICKing,             WHIRring
      SQUAWKing,
        SCOLDING.

Perhaps they are angry.       They came for breakfast
yet the birdfeeder is nearly empty.

Suddenly     it stops
all is quiet
I look up and there is not a bird in sight!

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