morning is young and dark
from a tree don't know where
chirppers fills calmness state
with melody heard in spring
whistling, yodeling to a tune
attracting female companion
i couldn't tell if is effective
maybe not they're still active
tireless as they went on
as the rays find there, shown
above treetops, getting brighter
i can see a man, lone jogger
bare trees couple of weeks ago
blooming white like wedding gown
not unusual to see people frown
not because of looks but pollen
so thick it makes car's hood yellow
to stay indoor, does makes me blue
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