Analysis of Worldly devoirs

A night's sleep should be enough
To extuingish the worries that engulf...
Singing cuckoos on the window sills
Not too experienced of the worldly drills.

Skimming through the pages of
The novel that I'd read,
The humming from my grandmother
As sweet and nice as a pearl bead.

The fallen leaves curl on the roof
That stirs as a one in the early winter winds
I brush away the duff, softly enough,
Not to shoo off the lovely pigeons
For a threateningly loud scuff.

The sparrows and pigeons
Are lovely, swift and sweet,
But I have devoirs incomplete
To walk on this worldly street!