Me and the Birds
The house is quiet.
There’s a sleeping riot
That will erupt without warning
Later on this morning,
But for now, it’s me and the birds
That sit and write these words.
They squeak inside of their cage
And I translate on to the page.
BonjourPoetry 
How wonderful. You caught the pre-chaos morning time exactly. Great job. Pearl
A nice scene you paint with poetic words. Thanks
thank you.