Birds

The tweeting and squawking woke him up just after 4am again.
The windows were shut and he was wearing earplugs, but for the millionth day in a row the little feathery bastards had disturbed his sleep.
He turned over, putting a pillow over his head in a futile attempt to drown out the noise.
Sleep wasn't going to happen.
Still the birds yelled at each other.
He jumped out of bed and opened the window.
"SHUT UP!" he shouted at them.
There was a moment of absolute stillness and he thought he'd actually silenced them.
The avian noise started again, even louder.
He slammed the window shut and returned to bed, knowing he was now awake for the day.