Listening To It by Ian Lewis Copestick

I awoke at 2:30

really needing a pee

now it's 3:45,

and the birds

have started to

sing.

I have rolled a

cigarette, had a

couple of drinks.

Now, I sit here

listening to the

birdsong. It's a

sound that I have

always loved.

If the birds are so

excited about the

new day, perhaps

I should be too.

I am sure that they

are a lot wiser than

I am. 

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 49 year old writer (I prefer that term to poet ) from Stoke on Trent, England. I spend most of my life sitting,  thinking then sometimes writing. I have been published in Anti Heroin Chic, the Dope Fiend Daily, Outlaw Poetry, Synchronized Chaos, the Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa's Kitchen and Horror Sleaze Trash