I Am a Mocking Bird

Tick…tick… snooze time for night morning’s face peek. I Stretch out my wings a prayer song out my bill every morning’s ritual. Across the land dash where to I sweat my daily bread. Deep my head here and pick there and as usual, drawn I am from now by my rhyme, verse, lyric slices; this time, down an aisle of ballads, narratives and sonnets. From their smell I pick an ingredient or two for my stew for within always is a simmering pot half baked songs, yearn to fully cook. Mockingbird: finding your soul purpose, recognition of abilities Contest: Picture yourself as a bird Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich