The Early Bird - Ted Kooser
Still dark, and raining hard
on a cold May morning
and yet the early bird
is out there chirping,
chirping its sweet-sour
wooden-pulley notes,
pleased, it would seem,
to be given work,
hauling the heavy bucket of dawn
up from the darkness,
note over note,
and letting us drink.
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