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Mockingbird

The tomcat squeal of a deceiving tongue. We are scolded with cattle-prods of sound. Swung upon chains of echoes, nailed to aria’s with rusty spikes. Bird of a thousand jeers, a hundred memes and parodies. will you shut up already.

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Sandra Adams

Date: 10/13/2019 7:36:00 PM

you yield a very unique pen....i like the way you paint your poems....the end made me laugh :)

Eric Ashford
Date: 10/13/2019 7:43:00 PM

Thanks again Sandra, I once lived in Florida and those pesky birds got on my last nerve. Cheers.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 10/11/2019 11:07:00 AM

Laugh out loud. I am a bird lover, watcher, and keeper... of nothing that pierces ear drums or skin. Really enjoyed this, thank you! xomo

Eric Ashford
Date: 10/11/2019 11:10:00 AM

Thanks Maureen, I have never kept a bird but I do understand about going to seed. Cheers!