Morning Melodies

Little winged creatures conversant in early morning song
Their time  of humming  some adventure long
Consistently chirping and piercing through dead of silence
A prayer might it be as  their high notes commence
It continued so till break of dawn and then another one whistling  
At a different pitch  and then a third one,all melodiously praising
Their hour of twittering differentiate and vary
Patiently taking turns, seemed to tarry
Seven  different songs all heard so far
Issuing from various species,at war
With silence as well as darkness of night.
But music of mirth  seized at sunbeams bright
And then there seemed a lull before storm
Of human invasions in territories to perform
Tasks of daily existence .Hustling and bustling,
A crowd it seems to be quite maddening.