Bringing life to a still-born morning

A gloomy grey dawn with shades deep, 
All silence except the lonely katydid 
who still kept its hopes alive for a mate 
through its unhurried breep breep. 

The sky hung spent,
Looking forlorn with languorous bent,  
Discharmed after overexerting itself in 
breaking September rain record, 
The earth below soaked full 
and lay sleepy like an overfed bull.

 
No rockchats for their pre-dawn birdy chatter,
Things are always supposed to be better, 
Then the faint traces of a new day 
filtered across the clouds with a new ray.

 
A handsome oriental magpie Robin 
took over the chorus from the tired katydid 
and the dandy black and white bird's 
teasing, naughty chitter broke the ice. 

Instantly a couple of peacocks gave gruffy hoots, 
A crow cawed, 
A dove sent its docile notes, 
A white wagtail chipped in, 
A few sparrows gossiped across the branches.

 
The morning chorus singers 
increased in number and variety, 
It's the birds who announce 
a new day most beautifully, 
Listen to their announcement, 
They always seem wishing you 
the best of a morning!