Birds clamouring outside all treed.
Trees outside full of birds singing ’bout something you need.
Obsessive compulsive birds on play-back
playing back their dawn chorus on repeat track.
Only thing for sure is unlikely to happen.
Drum rolls roll to a dead standstill.
Peace of mind is a mind-piece snappin’
with Hitchcock birds gatherin’ over the hill.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry