birds stir in their slumber,
restless with the merest hint of pre dawn light.
remember their designated song and hesitantly give voice in a desultory way.
Some time later, a full throated cacophony wakens me fully -
seamlessly evolves into a more harmonious chorus
rising and falling as more and more birds join in, like a well rehearsed springtime orchestra.
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