birds
These days I like listening to the birds in the morning. I didn’t always. Those insomniatic nights where the ticking clock is taunting you, repeating it’s mantra every three seconds, over and over: You. Can’t. Sleep. You. Can’t. Sleep. You Can’t Sleep. Then the birds start, and they are not greeting you and the glorious day. Nope. They’re mocking you and your human brain that you couldn’t shut off all night. With every tweet you hear, you imagine plucking a feather from one of those teasing birds. Every chirp gets them closer to being naked and cold, abandoned on a branch up high with no real wings to fly home. But not these days. These sleep-until-I-can’t-anymore mornings leave me happy to hear the birds welcome today into existence.
