Surprise Symphony

I wake to the sound of coos outside.
“Good morning, the pastel dove sings to me.
I look to see whom me hath sleep denied.
The cheerful bird eyes me from his safe tree.
Wearily I go about my room,
dressing carefully for a new day.
I wear my dress the colour of a rose bloom,
and pull on my tall heels – so falsely gay.
I pull my hair up in a graceful bun.
and softly rouge my cheeks a scarlet flush.
I’m irate at the early day begun
and consider what is still to hush.

Confident I pull my gun from the closet
and on the ground the birdies head deposit.