oiche_mhaith nom Éist! it is a bird singing Listen! there are no birds my double panes are closed tight there are no morning songs it is the roar of my_computer the hum of my brain there are no birds i can hear singing "listen, O little pig" it is the morning the sounds of morning waking i shut them out i listen so loudly leath i ndiaidh a sé Good_night! it is not the night any longer so i might as well say good_morning good_morrow 030909 ... oldephebe birds beak tapping, pecking plaintively against the frosted pane..staccatto kisses.. 040209 what's it to you? who go blather from