a bird outside is yakking the night away again- just outside my window
i have never heard such non-stop joyfulness in about six different songs
from any feathered creature…that lasted this long. over an hour. ugh.
i just opened the door…and i kid you not, the bird stopped a minute
then three critters made various noises…and then, as the door shut…
Mister I-am-so-happy-I-could-rattle-off-a-million-mocking-bird-sounds
started up again, his or her non-stop barrage like a run on sentence
driving me to chewy bread and kerrygold butter at 12:18 in the morning. Ugh.
Oh, you think you are so clever Lord Mockingbird (your chickadee is just a bit too slow). But you won’t be singing happy songs when people start having serious problems….
“Did not come in to work today because…..incessant irritating bird songs ruined his sleep.”
“I am suing the said bird for pain and suffering, including but not limited to psychological damage, pyschosocial malajustment, and loss of wages.”
“Due to the constant harrassment of my neighbors, I am moving out of my apartment, effective ten minutes ago. It all started a few nights ago when a neighbor began an unrelenting stream of mocking bird sounds…”
of course, if the love of my heart came into my world, i might be just as irritating. it has to be bird love. how else can we explain it?
maybe if my world was more happy, if a certain person had chosen differently in life, or if i wasn’t laying in bed with kidney stones for a week, i might feel better about it. maybe.
PS it is now 2:05 am and the bird is still chirping non-stop. unreal.
the lostkerryman 
What!! You mean I trained that bird to deliver you a message and instead it sang? Lazy bird!! 😛
i knew it could not be your- you are too kind for that.
I like the idea of birds singing an opera, of sorts! This was funny, whether or not you meant it that way! smiles, robin
It wasn’t funny when i couldn’t sleep! every night after the time it gets completely dark, this mocking bird begins a constant deluge of song…except when it rains too hard. i woke up this morning at daybreak to the sound of…you guessed it, Mr. Loud Mockingbird. He or she is quiet during the day.
Absolutely brilliant!!
P.S. And blast, how I can relate. Not only is the night rattling away with the incessant warblings of never-sleeping, microscopic mockingbirds with gargantuan voices, but the din is joined with a neighbouring slew of at least 17,000 shrill-voiced killdeer, who also shun the night. And when I amble outside to bellow at the little feathered fiends, they immediately relapse into silence (until I scuttle back inside, again, but of course), and a new blasted bird starts up. A long series of shrill wheezing erupts from a nearby tree. I stomp over to it, leer up into prickly boughs bathed in moonlight, only to be barraged by the wide staring eyes of screech owls as they dance about from limb to limb, happy as can be, in order to inspect the dull ape creature that they have so successfully summoned over to their tree.
Then…right at dawn the wily, scraggly-winged gulls begin.
😉
Thank you for the fantastic read.
Autumn Jade