With a groan I roll over to peek at the clock. Have my hooded eyes deceived me? The time's a shock. There's no sweet sunshine caressing my baffled cheeks. Shimmery shadows shimmy in 4 a.m. streaks. The creature cacophony chorus startled me. My slumber shattered, splintered irretrievably. The neighbour's bird feeder boasts a blue/black barrage. Gawking, squawking, , squabbling, screeching starlings scrimmage. On the still damp ground seeds splatter, scatter, skitter. The bold birds strut, scrabble, ruffled feathers flitter. Squirrels scurry, scamper; cheeky chitter chiding. They challenge the greedy fowl from their branch, hiding. No blare, beep of alarm disrupts my reverie. Calls of the wild summon a sunrise symphony. ( 14 lines )
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