Mocking the Birds
The mockingbird sings,
Emulating rings,
Confusing all nearby birds.
He keeps me awake;
Won’t step on the brake.
So glad he cannot speak words.
For what I utter
Might cause a flutter
Among other choristers.
“Please choose one,” I smile,
“And do not compile
The sweet tunes of your sisters”
*Written July 27, 2014 for Dr. Ram's "Alouetee" contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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