This morning, when I accidentally woke up at 4:00 (not recommended; definitely unwholesome), one consolation I had while trying to fall back asleep was the birds outside started to wake up. It was quiet and then a little bird would sing a little snippet of song. There'd be a bit more quiet and another bird would sing a different little song back.
It was lovely and I wondered if that's how morning people feel. They wake up singing and talking and bouncing around. Then I was sad that I don't wake up singing. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I actually DO wake up singing...I'm just singing the song of my ancient ancestors. I sing the caveman grunt each and every morning.
An Erinku (at a more realistic time in the morning):
My front room looks like
a giant sock war
casualties everywhere
Two weeks until summer
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