I awaken to the sound of the birds
rustling in the bushes beneath
my bedroom window, their
chirps soft as a whisper.
Wake up, little ones,
I imagine they are saying,
and in that moment, I include
myself in their family.
Sometimes - often - my first thoughts
upon awakening are fear for
what the day might bring.
The sweet sounds of these little birds,
well-hidden in the bush but
still vulnerable to all out there
that might do them harm,
awakening nevertheless with
such sweet chatter, softens my fear,
and I arise to greet the day with them.
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