Rookery

First sound on waking Muted through drowsy windows Such commotion! The sound, throaty, tumultuous Echoing and incessant Waves of guttural squawking Raucous and rough edged

Outside they agitate the Chilly morning air A battalion on black ensigns Fluttering and pausing Serrated wing and tail feathers Sharp against the brisk clouds Legs dangling

A noisy, combative business this Rousing the world from its lethargy