blue bird, blue bird, through my window

I'm tired of the radio.
I'm fed up with hearing how
$hAw+y g0+ d3m @ppL3 b0++0M j3An$
And people telling me that my face is bubbily
And saying "hey there" to delilah all the time.

I woke up really early this morning.
Tired, groggy, you name it.
And being me,
I was having a hard time falling back to sleep.
And between figuring out what in the world
I'm going to do my informative speech on
For english class,
I hear birds
And those other almost-morning animals
Belting out a song of their own.
When i finally decide on "how to build
THE MOST PERFECT SNOWMAN"
I roll out of bed and creep up to my window.
My sister stirs when the mattress groans
And the old springs give me away.
But she keeps sleeping.

So
I peer out the window.
And for some reason,
I expected to see the birds
Lined up in neat rows across the yard
With a conductor bird in the middle
Making sure everyone was following his beat.
Sort of like our school band,
Except we're not so great at keeping the beat.
But i was incorrect.
No conductor bird.
I couldn't even see any birds.
Just dark grass, seeing as it was 4:56 AM.
But I could hear them.

The thing that fascinates me
Is how they can remember the exact same notes
They sing
And repeat them
Until they get tired of them
And then they vary them
Into some other glorious tune.
And, heck, they switch up their time signatures
3/4, 6/8, 4/4
And their tempo
Allegro to a gentle largo
With little staccato chirps and nice full tweets
And the thrum of the insects in the background
Like a talented bass.
Keeping the rhythm,
But staying low profile,
Because it's the birds' time to shine.
And they've only begun to shine.

Since it was 4:56 AM,
I went back to sleep,
Drifting into unconsciousness
With birdsong.
I fell asleep again,
And woke up tired,
But it was worth it.
Cause i heard the birds.