Feeding The Birds

A sleepy dream filled with multiple realities,

Is a better landscape to play with,

But as the melatonin wears off,

My maya blue eye's crack open,

As the birds outside are calling,

Daylight splashes onto my face,

With much protest I open them completely,

Huffing, as I hold onto my porcelain duvet,

But as I watch the birds waiting on the greenest tree,

Next to my window,

Crows, Pigeons and Sparrow's,

I'd be heartless to keep them waiting in the cold,

So I'll go,

Leaving my bed;

The resolution to sleep is broken again

But those fluffy irritants keep me going,

I love them, and they help me wake up in the morning,

Because ensuring that they are healthy and fed,

Makes my heart feel a joy,

The kind that only real passion can bless you with,

Fat balls, suet, or seed,

I'll give them what they need,

Because they give me the strength,

To get out of bed.