It’s 4:30
a lament on sleep lost. by mandy thompson
It’s 4:30
and that’s too early
to sing a sunshine song or three.
Spring is springing.
My ears are ringing
from your tormenting tune of tweets.
The day will come,
the night be done,
but not just yet, you winged freak.
To keep your feathers
I think you better
Shut your beak ’til sun you see.
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Shhhhhhhh1 not too loud – I”m still sleeping – I wish mama would quit snoring, it ain’t sounding like tweets!
nice.
have you seen “failure to launch?”
Danielle: YES! lol!!!!!
Papa: elbow her.
Yeah. See. I don’t have that problem. I don’t hear birds or crickets or passing cars or fire engines or lightning striking the chimney of the house next door–even though when I woke up, there were pieces of bricks outside my bedroom window. Last year. In the summertime.
Heck, now that I’ve lost 60% of my hearing, fireworks don’t even wake me up. Or thunderstorms. I can literally sleep through a storm. How cool is that?
The dogs bark all they want, but me? I just sleep like a baby.
TheNor: i guess that’s one benefit! sound sleep
Hehehe…yeah we have that problem here.
But, you know what? I am convinced that the early chirpers, and the ones who do it all night long, are there to remind me of the fact that our Father NEVER sleeps. So even though it’s annoying as all get out, if I think about them in relationship to Him, I can go back to sleep peacefully.
But that’s just me…
I use too! Then with all of her black & blue spots I was afraid of spouse abuse charges!
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Mandy mandy mandy, think of it as getting prepared for the days of little ones.
And believe me, you will want to write a poem like that even then. 
hahahaha!!
Papa: then i’m glad you are a man of restraint!!!!!
Okay that was FUNNY.
Good one.
“you winged freak” — ha ha ha! that’s what i’ll say to my sassy starbucks (parrot) when i get home and see him.
we have a clan of obnoxious pigeons that live on our porch (where the roof meets the porch beams) back in africa. and our roof, being tin, echoes loudly with all of their movements. particularly at 5:00 AM. sometimes it sounds as though the birds crash-land on the roof: there are sliding and skidding noises, and then a loud ker-plunk type of noise.
niel’s been known (on many occasions) to go outside at 5 AM when said-pigeons woke us up one time too many, with a pellet gun in hand. the clan has diminished slightly in numbers but they seem to reproduce faster than we can kill them off.
maybe i need to send drew out with his bee-bee gun!
serious!
you know, i’m a good aim. i might just deal with it myself!
go for it!
i’ve always heard that you southern girls are good with guns…
“TheNor: i guess that’s one benefit! sound sleep”
Actually, there are plenty more. One day, I’ll let “aw yaw” in on the secret!
Alece: you’d be surprised! my mama raised me right. (that was a joke!)
TheNor: i look forward to “one day”
Mandy, don’t you have woodpeckers back in the “woods” of Georgia? We had one show up here last year and that are a heck of a lot noisier that “tweets”.
Your a country girl. Are you use to roosters crowing at the break of dawn?
Alece, a community of parrots, monk parrots I think, have setup camp in a few towns here in Connecticut. They huddle together and can survive all winter. I have heard them and they sound like a fleet of jets going off.
Fabulous! You have captured the “morning song” of my heart!!
Briliant! I can relate to that situation so much – i DO love my sleep and there are times when…. (removes UNGodly thoughts)
One particular Morning on a camping holiday i fully understod why a flock of crows is called a Murder! ( 4.30 am – CAWW CAWWW CAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-wwwwwwww!)
Remind me never again to get on your ‘bad’ side – i’m extremely allergic to bullets!
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