Feathered Alarm Clock

Every morning Hours before the sun rises You find that time to laugh That annoying laugh of yours Just like a feathered alarm clock Set you to make our lives hell It echoes around the entire land Waking men, women, and children No one is safe from you The thing is you rarely travel alone Two, three, or even more All hiding up in the trees Can you grant us one small wish Please try and sleep in just once Maybe until say eight in the morning We may all like you if you could © Poem – VIII/XXVI/MMXXIV LRET