In your grogginess you hear a familiar thing,
the sound of birds outside starting to sing.
The ritual of beginning a brand new day
is itself, to them, a form of play.
Each attempting to outdo the other,
especially the little ones crying to their mother.
The result of bringing back food
settles the young into a better mood.
Sunlight gives them reason to fly
up and down all across the sky.
To catch the wind in order to soar
is addictive, having them come back for more.
The freedom and power to go anywhere
is more than some would dare.
Staying near the nest, for some,
is the guiding beat to their life's drum.