I never grow tired of these lovebirds.
Every morning I await their arrival at the feeders.
They aren't present at 4:30 a.m.,
nor at 5:15 a.m.
But by 5:40, their chatter starts.
They emerge from the leaves of our trees.
They spruce themselves.
Then they invade the feeders,
holding on with beaks and claws.
They are a ray of sunshine as the morning begins.