THE DAWN CHORUS

At day break

as the dawn chorus begins

with the repetitive chirping

of birds

we rise

as for us that sound

marks the beginning of a new day

but really

for the birds

it’s a battle call

a protective stance

that balanced on these branches

is a family

a nest

a life

that will not be tampered with

See there are wars we’ve yet to learn

the language of

I keep this in mind

at day break

as the dawn chorus begins

with the repetitive bawking

of teenagers

perhaps this too is a battle call

a declaration of beaks

to mask the silence of flapless wings

or a seemingly windless air

They try to delicately balance

their pride for their branches

with their sometimes empty nests

all while never coming across

as peck-bait

Yes it sounds like noise sometimes

a whole bunch of squawking

but

there are wars we’ve yet to learn

the language of

a battle that sounds like babble