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city birds

I don't normally like sharing backstories much on my blog of stuff I wrote but I felt it was a necessary introduction for this poem. I was up early in the morning for no reason at all: I laid in my bed unable to fall back asleep listening to the routine noises of my neighbourhood that I rarely get to sit and pay full attention to and then a series of thoughts started running through my head. This is a work in progress that started that morning while freewriting in my creative writing journal I've been keeping since the 12th grade: it's called "City Birds":

City Birds:

Whatever happened

to the calls of birds

That softens in the evening

and becomes a lullaby?

This morning

was the beginning

of a dominating force:

the coming of the humming

(the electrical noise):

these are what's known

as the city birds.

I miss the calmness

of the morning time,

Replaced by reminders

of a city/ always awake.

Songs become threats

not lullabies

lacking gentle whispers

from far behind

drowning out transitions

from morning to night

as if expecting

24/7

sleeplessness:

The disappearance

of a comfortable life.

All we can do is wonder

will they ever leave?

But we begin to realize

they're here to stay:

Longing for the morning

that begins

with the sweetness

of the jolly

chirping of birds.

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