full moon morning 2 jdbphoto2017
Morning Matins
Cuddled and chirruping, choirs of birds
trill from their tree limbs in boisterous herds.
Like broken crystals, they tinkle in showers,
cacophonous clashings from high hidden bowers.
We cannot see these hermits in their hiding.
Until the sun rises, they will not be gliding
smoothly on air currents, sliding and slipping,
deft and most daring while doing their dipping.
Now a clashed chirping, like the chipping of ice.
The cooing of doves and a rooster crows twice.
The masked moon is waning, obscured by the light
as the first rays of day do away with the night.
Then the wrens take to wing and the grackles glide in.
Flycatchers and orioles desert where they’ve been.
They make their curtain calls, then spread their wings
in pursuit of their breakfasts and other bird things.
vermillion flycatcher jdbphoto2017
Being a night owl, I am so rarely up at 5 in the morning that it has been years since I’ve experienced the awakening of birds in the full moonlight before the sun has yet come out. It was like a concert listening to birds awakening, still obscured by darkness and their sanctuaries of trees.
The NaPoWrMo prompt for day 12 was to use alliteration and assonance in a poem.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Lovely!
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“They make their curtain calls,’ That line is so true about birds daily visits to the feeder!
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I was listening to them for at least an hour but didn’t see one until the sun actually came out..Then suddenly, it was like a curtain call. All came out at once.
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I worried that Morning Matins was redundant until research revealed that matins were once done at midnight. Ha. Vindication! I wanted the alliteration and the research bore it out.
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I wake up every morning before the sun is up to the whistling and singing of birds when I sleep with my windows open…and love it! 🙂
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A wonderful alarm clock.
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Lovely night moon pictures.
Sometimes, the birds are so loud here they wake me up. This time of years, we get some Carolina wrens which are little birds with REALLY LOUD voice. it’s hard to believe anything that small can be that loud. They sing beautifully and i have trouble seeing them (they blend into the tree bark), but the song is unmissable.
I listen. Then I roll over and go back to sleep.
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Comforting. Lately I’ve been thinking about those who cannot roll over and go back to sleep because it is bombs making the noise, not wrens. Hard not to obsess about this. That is why it is so important to listen to the birds and be reminded that we have today even though we may not have too many tomorrows.
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