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
Copyright © Grace Mutindi | Year Posted 2015
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