Morning Melodies

Little winged creatures conversant in early morning song

Their time of humming some adventure long

Consistently chirping and piercing through dead of silence

A prayer might it be as their high notes commence

It continued so till break of dawn and then another one whistling

At a different pitch and then a third one,all melodiously praising

Their hour of twittering differentiate and vary

Patiently taking turns, seemed to tarry

Seven different songs all heard so far

Issuing from various species,at war

With silence as well as darkness of night

But music of mirth seized at sunbeams bright

And then there seemed a lull before storm

Of human invasions in territories to perform

Tasks of daily existence .Hustling and bustling,

A crowd it seems to be quite maddening