good morning…

air conditioner…

loud, noisy contraption…

drowning out the sound…

of my happy birds…

proudly caring for…

their newly hatched offspring…

who cry ferociously…

when one of their parents…

arrives back at the nest…

carrying their breakfast…

in mommy or daddy’s beak…

with a voracious hunger…

they open up and receive what is…

so diligently and lovingly provided…

by one or both parents…

satisfied only momentarily…

the vicious circle, cycles on…

all the while, the sun is peaking…

through the trees…

until a ray reaches the nest…

illuminating its’ contents…

“good morning,” they shriek.

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