Early Bird
early bird sound catches
my ear in the morning
after my dreamy cup of coffee
serenity tweets sent with love
from a robin, phoebe or jay
serenading this address
just before the tick-tock of seven
the little birdie put its sights on the oak
overlooking the mossy yard
incomprehensibly touched
by the ephemeral landing
as if i can feel the bird’s beak
in my auricle - elated
as if i were sitting on the bough
right next to this sweetheart
did the chief bird say
“it’s showtime!”
each one assigned
mine was the sweetest
taste of dawn
with lackluster sun
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2023
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