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Days Begin

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!

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