The Mockingbird
I recognize a tune from album of your songs
And listen intently to impressionist sounds
As you hop scotch from branch to branch
Like a child all excited, frolicking in playground
Peeking from behind shamrock green leaves
Singing of love in blossoms of dogwood tree,
As you tease a female, flapping your round wings
Showing off white patches, revealing breasts
Pointing curved beak to articulate a message
In verses of romance, courting your soul mate
Inviting her to celebrate the visions of spring.
A prolific singer, you mimic songs of blue jays,
Woof-woof of dogs, and croaks of hiding frogs,
Wailing screams of sirens on ambulance moving fast
And hasty beeping shrills of my alarm clock;
Reserving your very best for ardent mating calls
Choreographing dance-moves fit for wedding halls
As you seduce a female on youthful virgin date,
Aspiring to one more voice, one more etiquette
Adding to repertoire another song of desires
Pursuing next newness, next chase to happiness.
June 30, 2019
Placed 4th:Pick a title, volume 6, personification contest by Edward Ibeh
Title chosen--The Mockingbird
HM: Strand choice 3 contest by Brian Strand
Copyright © Vijay Pandit | Year Posted 2019
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