Every early summer morning,
just before the dawn can break;
I'm sleepy, dozy, drowsy, yawning,
Morning song keeps me awake.
Pigeons coo, in fervent courting,
like snow-white baby turtle doves;
Sparrows tweet to start consorting,
A brazen show that summer loves.
Parrots squawk indignantly,
at Crows who caw in racuous cries;
Gulls are screeching unceasingly,
with beady, baleful, hungry eyes.
And then, a sweet contralto deep refrain,
A solo, as the diva koyal calls for rain...
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