Exuberant Waking

They begin

beneath the cover

of darkness,

while I am

stretching,

brewing,

writing,

they are singing,

from perches,

and nests,

with and without

eggs, 

or chicks.

 

I know they must

be singing

for reasons of function:

a weather update,

second hatchling out 

and healthy,

nest is lumpy.

 

But what I hear

and want to believe,

beneath the cover of darkness,

moon

and starlight,

are the songs of joyful,

exuberant waking:

we just can’t wait,

for this day,

to begin.

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