The Mockingbird

My day begins; I start to trill. I’ll imitate the birds in view. I give a chirp, then Whip-poor-will. To mock is what I’m born to do. A mourning dove I chance to see. I soften to a coo coo coo. My talent comes so naturally! To mock is what I’m born to do. Here comes a robin. Tweet tweet tweet. And now an owl. Tu-whit tu-whoo. My repertoire is so complete. To mock is what I’m born to do. Caw caw. I’m teasing like a crow. Tweet tweet, cheep, cheep; cuckoo, cuckoo. I'll give a cluck before I go! To mock is what I’m born to do. July 12, 2019 Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification - Poetry Contest Sponsor: Edward Ibeh Based on title #4