Poor Mockingbird, Stay
Poor mockingbird, stay...
don't let thunderstorms bring you fear,
breadcrumbs are in the tray;
in my lap you'll be very near,
I can even wear a yellow rain gear.
Poor mockingbird, stay...
those cold snow days will finally wane out;
lilies will bloom in early May,
and without the presence of doubt,
spring joy will overflow the smallest heart.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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