Chatter of birds filling the still morn air
raucous greetings they call to each other
while flitting between trees without a care
buzzing insects these calls try to smother
A ritual every dawn mine to share
renewed each day my morning fare
drinking my coffee while they start their day
a rapt audience I enjoy the play
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