Morning has spoken
A million birds can’t be wrong!
Pale pink rays paint the sky
Dah da dharrrr…
Grrr… not yet!
Time to wake!
Hoo whooo… who?
Shh… I’ve barely slept!
Does it matter? Does it matter?
Tweet, sweet
Dah da dharrrr…
Hah, ha, ha, harrrr
It’s not funny!
Hah, ha, ha, harrrr
Sweet, tweet
So true, so true…
It’s barely sunny!
Huh huh huh?
Does it matter? Does it matter?
Get up nowwww!
What, what, what?
Hoo whooo… who?
Okay, okay…
Screech, screech
I’m up! I’ll start my day.
Hah, ha, ha, harrrr!
Sweet, sweet!
About time!
***
The neighbour’s rooster regularly rouses me for a bright early start on a summer’s day. When I persist in snuggling under the cosy covers, a swell of melodious birdsong joins him in his quest to oust me. How can I resist?
I can’t.
I don’t.
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Another nature poem.
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Comments (11)
Loved it! My morning argument is with a phone alarm but I think I’ll put it on a rooster alarm for tomorrow
This poem was a full on experience! Would love to see it performed! Guess there are worse sounds to be awoken by…
Ha ha! No lie-in for you, Angie!
Love how the playful back-and-forth between waking up and nature’s chorus makes it feel so real! The rooster’s call and birdsong are impossible to resist, and your casual tone makes it feel like a fun, everyday moment. Great vibe!
Yes, you called me? Lol. Loved your poem!
It is wonderful to awaken to bird song - not so much roosters or some tropical loudmouths but it reminds us we live another day!! 😍
My trousers are a pair of cuckoos that have decided to make my window their home.Fortunately they are always flying! An adorable poem, Angie.
Birds mean business...love it
Oh my... it seems they flocked together to awaken you!! How rude!! Love this poem though, great work Angie!!
You had me at "My neighbor's rooster!" Loved your comic take on the wildlife chorus. I have to admit I prefer it to waking up to the garbage trucks on Friday mornings!
Those morning when your bed feel so cozy it's hard to get up. It's been a while , I had those morning.