The spring sun now shines all the way down.
I can feel it on my brown arm and my frown.
The night is losing its endless fight,
Time spent awake no longer too tight.
Especially because of the local fauna,
Going crazy in the morning like Madonna.
Screeching and chirping at 5 am,
It’s not like I never want to hear them,
But, as you know, sleep is nice,
And 5-ish hours do not suffice.
So, any birds reading this right now,
Mating calls only after nine would be wow.