The dawn chorus commences
Bright morning birdsong begins
The robins readily rejoice
To not, is really a sin
A crowd of raucous crows
Join in with their jocund reply -
Rejoinders from the rooftops,
Treetops, parking lots, sky
A hummingbird flicks its tongue
At last night's leftover raindrops
Squawking seagulls scramble for breakfast -
Crabs smashed upon barnacled rocks
A solo crow clangs its vociferous voice
Before, his morning fare, is unearthed
He takes off to a branch to munch
On his moss-covered clump of wet dirt
Swifts skitter and flit
Above upside-down butts
Of those foraging for food -
The undignified, dabbling ducks
Geese honk and holler
Motors hum and drown
Out daybreak's daily feature
Of the feathered Gloria sound
Chirps and cheeps echo
Beyond the boisterous bay
As furred and furious feet
Pad the melodious pathway,
The old lady with her 'bread crumb routine'
"Good morning" through chattering teeth
I head back home, heartened
With the sun aglow on my cheek
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