The Mocking Bird

The little girl has never spoken Not even a single word Her voice since birth was simply broken A sentence was never heard She liked to watch the birds each day As they played in the summer breeze They'd always take her breath away As she watched them in the trees The mocking bird, her bird of choice Would make her smile appear She loved to hear his magical voice Each time that he came near And though her voice was far away She'd whistle for his reply She listened to every word he'd say Until he said goodbye He made her feel like she could speak A language only they understood And though they used their own technique They spoke every chance they could A little girl and her mocking bird Has quite the conversation They talk all day without a word Through the gift of imitation