The Morning Rushes to Meet Me
By Brandon Palzkill
The morning welcomes me;
greets me
with the buzz of traffic;
the slamming doors
and the engine’s roars;
people on their early commute.
Furious talking soon distracts me,
the rapid chatter
of deep avian conversation;
twisted demon birds
yapping away in beastly chirps;
intense, excited;
lost in their feathery gossip.
Why do they taunt me so?
Why do they make my head throb?
They don’t see the day’s
too young;
they don’t care I’m
trying to sleep…
please shut the hell up
and leave me be.
Demon Bird, I like it.
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