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.