Listening intently on this hazy morn
With birdsong noticeably subdued.
The haze, a dastardly condition
That renders birds not in the mood.

Sooner or later one will intone
And get the sweet songs started.
Before it’s late, the haze will dissipate,
Unwanted atmospherics departed.

So which will be first,
Now with conditions dispersed?
The SongSparrow, the Flicker or Wren
Indeed, which will chirp first, and when?

At 6:06 this morning .
I never would’ve guessed, would you?
At that very moment this morning
I heard a Yellow-bellied Cuckoo.