There was a young man named Howl
Who owned a tawny owl.
Each night it would hoot
As he played the flute,
Which made his neighbours scowl!
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K Morris - Poet 
Lol-I bet. Our neighbor owns two roosters 🙂 Love your poetry.
I’m glad you like my poem. I suspect with your neighbour’s roosters, that you feel no need for an alarm clock …!