Birds singing make a raucous racket.
The early morning sun wakes them.
They sing, coo and tweet loudly
to greet the springtime dawn.
Outside my window
they will not stop.
Today's poem is a nonet--a nine line poem of 45 syllables. there are 9 syllables in the first line, and then one less in each of the following lines until you get to one. Can you try writing your own nonet today?