Analysis of Dawn Chorus

The sun comes up but my mind is weary.
My blinds attempt to protect me from the sky’s blueness but fail.
They are even useless against the chorus of birds on my apartment building, although I didn’t expect them to do much against them.
Despite the loud parties our neighbors throw
and the monthly tornado siren testing,
those birds are still the loudest fucking thing I hear in my room.
Damn them all to hell.