the worst part of being a bad sleeper: birds. their language is all a mockery. when i heard the birds last night/this morning, i was reminded of the polution that woke them up too early. so i thought, why would I be angry with the birds? i disturbed their natural pattern and they reacted accordingly. god and i taught the birds that light means wake up. i turn on the lamp post at night and i keep my bedroom lights on and the bird's superchiasmatic nucleus listens as it was taught. i dont understand the anger. i dont understand why we would vilify the bird that believes is doing the right thing. the bird that IS doing the right thing. all it wants is to make sure we rise to a sweet tune. to pick up cinderella's lentils. to show us compassion.