Several unidentified birds chirp,
Woke me up earlier than usual.
The natural alarm of the woods pleased the ears.
I was still drowsy and perplexed by my state of existence.
Is it that I awoke or that I am still dreaming?
The dark shadow of night removed
As the early light enters the room,
As beams that support a structure
It glows as it reflects off the pine woodhouse.
I couldn't sleep any longer when nature called.
Because we are not bestowed on a daily basis
With beautiful tones of birds tweeting.
Excitement pulls me out of bed.
The night cold had left me with a parched throat
To talk in a hushed tone
I opened the backdoor.
The song of birds fills the backyard with joy.
It gives the eyes work to spot
Birds playing hide and seek in the wild undergrowth.
It was a busy morning with birds.
Before they take off on their daily foraging,
I would try my best to capture them
Before I have my part of breakfast.
P.s. It's been three years since I visited my uncle's woodhouse in the Kodaikanal half-mountains, surrounded by coffee, pepper, and orange plantations. According to Facebook memories, I left for Kodaikanal today in 2019 and couldn't stop thinking about my past visits. The poem was inspired by waking up one morning to birds singing.