A SONG IN HIS HEART

I am not an early riser...never have been, likely never will be. But these days I am forced into it.
Each morning at daybreak a bird in a tree outside the bedroom window breaks into song; no sparkling, whimsical tune is it either. No, this is more like three or four chirps in a row, repeated over and over and over.
Is this bird chirping for a mate? Perhaps signalling its hunger? Maybe it is simply chirping to make sure all the others of its kind have noticed they're burning daylight every minute more they stay in the nest.
Then there is one more possibility. Maybe the bird is just happy that it made it through the night, that it has another day to look forward to, that it is early enough to get a worm and that all about it the world is fine.
Not a bad attitude when you think about it.