A crazy cacophony of birdsong
happens, as it turns out, before dawn.
At least it is happening today and
my brain the human kind that
likes to find order
make assumptions
discover meaning
rest on comforting facts
line up reliable regularity
would like to assume that
this is how it is with birds
on every warm spring morning
still dark awaiting the smile of the sun.
And so now I can know that
days begin with a riot of singing!
How jolly!
