Mockingbird
I like to sit and sing on the edge of your roof,
or on a high tree when I am feeling aloof;
sometimes- my songs are a humorous spoof.
I mimic the songs of other birds,
even those sweet hummingbirds!
I have a repertoire of two hundred or more calls,
in rapid succession I mix them till night crawls;
but, oh how odd- none of my own ever falls.
I mimic the songs of other birds!
I'm not much to look at actually- quite plain,
but my beauty is in the chirps I can chain;
at times singing a sad song at night in vain.
I mimic the songs of other birds,
even those sweet hummingbirds!
My life mate is quiet now for ever and forever,
and because our love was for always and ever;
another will not do- so I sing my grief to whoever.
I mimic the songs of other birds!
Thanks for the fruit and sweet berries you left,
a robin, and red cardinal committed a theft;
well, I must go now to your eave and my nest.
I mimic the songs of other birds,
even those sweet hummingbirds!
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June 26, 2019
Poetry/Personification/Mockingbird
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1160-301-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Pick A Title, Vol 6, Personification
sponsor, Edward Ibeh (Title Chosen #4 Mockingbird)
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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