Cacophony

June 08, 2016  •  Leave a Comment

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Cacophony. I love that word. At 5am, the birds are creating a cacophony of melodious chaos. 

The word is nearly self-defining. A mixture of caca, that not-so-peasant stuff we hear about as kids, and phony, as in symphony. I wish all words were like that. 

Next door in the coffee field, I hear a Tweet, Tweet, Tweet. Ah, and there's a bit of a whistle call. Now they are singing together, as a chorus. Meanwhile, down below in the trees, a flock of parrots is having a heated controversy. The scene reminds me of our little fledgling band, with different sounds coming from different instruments, searching for concord. 

I'm sure the parrot ruckus has meaning, but I do wonder why they don't just make their point and then shut the front door. Why repeat it so incessantly? Of course, I wonder the same about some people, myself included. 

Ah, and just as I drift off in this merry dream of ecological bliss, the neighbor's cock gives me a wake-up call. Cock-a-doodle-do, if you please! With proper emphasis! And as if to add an exclamation point, a Great Kiskadee just flew into my window. 

Cacophony, and coffee. Good morning!

 


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