Overture
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Lonely Robin plays pizzicato,
punctuating hushed half-light,
dream breaker.
Bold Blackbird takes the aria,
laying dawn motifs for
Thrush’s crazed reimaginings.
Magpie rattles, mischievous,
rolling under Wren’s soprano trills,
until the two find unison.
Pigeon’s tender woodwind drones
over Great Tit’s insistent two-note.
Each virtuoso inspires the next.
Their morning scales are inevitable
until, tutti, the crescendo builds.
My heart races with the chorus.
Drawn to the window,
I greet the world:
Shut up! It’s like 5am.
My response to day 5 is inspired by having recently moved next to a park. I actually absolutely adore the dawn chorus, though!