the birds start before light arrives
and sing all day long notes and short ones
high pitched and whistles close by
and as far as an ear can hear
sitting enjoying the setting sun
as it starts to move behind the pines
the only one here but not
the only one to hear the birds
everyday all day and they start
before the light comes on
you would think they would be tired by now
but even more join the nightly chorus
until there are so many I lose count
but I wasn’t counting
if I was I would have lost count
and no one is here to tell me otherwise
but what do I know…
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