““Aubade with a Multitude of Birds" Still dark and already the stupid birds are at it outside the window how could anyone possibly be prepared for what clamor they make in the oak not cooing a cacophony so many an ill omen of birds seemingly trying all at once to speak the way children often speak overtop one another as if each had the most important thing to say but what could be more important than this you'd ask than our small sleep this hour we've lost just before the awful light slips like a thief through the window and maybe this noise is really an alarm a red bell in each bird's throat announcing that something is coming something terrible is coming and there's no stopping it””
