Dawn belongs to the birds,
at the moment the sky lightens with the first rays
they are up, and busy.
While the rest of us sleep, make coffee, or yawn ourselves awake
the birds have been singing,
announcing to us that there is another day.
Rejoice, for the world is seeing the sun once more,
the eternal war between light and dark is settled
for another day.
I hear the call and song of them from my bed,
and know without peeking from the curtains
that there are three varieties of bird
singing from the trees that line the garden.
They lull me back to sleep, and as I drift off
I think that the world does not belong to humans
as we think it does,
there are times that it belongs to others.
And dawn definitely belongs to the birds.