Early on a summer's day
July, maybe August,
Try sleeping in.
See if you can.
The birds will get you up,
To go about your day.
Take a break before dinner.
Lay in the hammock,
Roped tightly between two oak trees,
Just off the back deck.
Rock in the gentle breeze,
Feel the warmth of the sun,
Try to nap,
As the birds flitter about,
Tree to tree,
Bush to bush,
Branch to branch.
Hear their rushing wings,
Cawing conversations,
Splashing in the water.
That's how it is,
In Connecticut, New England,
And countless other places,
When bath is drawn
And feeder full.
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