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Birds of the early morning

The cheerful confusion
of unidentified dawn birds,

punctuated by the bisyllabic
cackle of pheasants.

A little bird has dreamed
a strange amphibian dream

and practises a timid
ribbit – ribbit?

A blackbird and his rival
soar above the chorus;

another pheasant screech,
followed by heavy flutter.

A goose honks, once.
The ribbit has grown in confidence.