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When the birds stir around 3:30am
and continue their song for the hours before dawn,
their chirps claim the portion of the night as theirs.
Night is nearly dropping beneath the horizon as morning creeps onto the scene.
The robin’s song swells,
accompany us across the threshold from night to day
even as we remain in slumber.
Their rejoicing feels a bit optimistic
even more than many of us are ready to hear this day.
Are prepared for the upbeat tune prior to the sun’s arrival?
Bring us the soothing cooing of the doves instead.
May the birds be a companion on our journeys-
no matter how strong their voices remain
and even as we try to get back to sleep.
Note: My goal is to write a poem each day of this official poetry month. Some will be featured here.