Sparrow song flitters
across the dawn
of my Sunday
consciousness.
Otherworldly
vocal chords
beat beautiful
rhythms on my eardrums,
stirring my soul to get up
and go outside.
In gratitude, I refresh the
seed inside the bird feeder
hanging almost empty
under the eves.
I am ill-equipped to
return its chorus,
but can always offer
my awareness.
Not just live and let live, but live and help live
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The ancient eavesdropper 
so sweet – I love listening to the birds in the morning – typically only hear them on the weekends. 🙂
Thank you, Kim! Yes, I will take a morning wakeup call any day from the birds. Their pleasant sing-song sure beats the heck out of the annoying alarm clock on my iphone! Hope you are having a relaxing weekend, my friend!
Cheers,
Tyler 🙂