Chirping

It's only 4:49 am

There's a bird outside the window

chirping already

And so very near

This is the city, Bird

No one chirps this early

for anything

It's a Sunday morning

and no where to go

and the sun's not even out

He's just stopped chirping

a moment ago

I don't know where he's gone

Maybe he realized there's nothing to chirp about today

Maybe he just came by

to hope I find something to chirp about

myself someday

** This is a selection from a collection of poems I am currently writing, and plan to add to throughout the month of June, 2025.