I love the sound of birds,

But in a few words,

They start their song quite early,

Then wake me feeling quite surly…

They get started at about five,

At that time I am barely even alive,

Then when I re-awake at ten,

That is the time they stop singing when…

I “can” block them out with my machine for sound,

Ocean waves make them seem not around,

Or when it does rain, loud it is on my roof,

I wish I had a magic wand, could rid myself of them,

With one wave of the wand, POOF…J