Eyes flutter open, and the chirp of birds fill the room,

Stumbling to the counters, dirty dishes line the counters

The sink is overflowing with trash and misplaced food

Rays of sunlight blanket all the disarray and the chirp of birds fill the room,


Washing away the mess of yesterday, while the chirp of birds fill the room,

Cleaning the counters and hiding any visible uncleanliness

Scrubbing the stains of week old food, while the chirp of birds fill the room,

Slamming the cleaning utensils down, while the chir-


A rock is thrown and all is left is a sparkling house,

The nag of that beating noise has dissipated,

And the mind is at rest until...

The chirping begins again.