it is still <br />dark outside <br /> <br />inside my room <br />as i write <br />these <br />staggered <br />lines <br /> <br />i hear them <br />chirping like <br />departing <br />words for <br />the night where <br />they must <br />have slept so well <br />and dreamed <br /> <br />now ready for <br />another day <br />of their winged <br />existence<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning-birds/
