The Mockingbird
A melodious tune in the morning
Floating in the morning breeze
An artist on the stage
The genius of the skies
Day by day the sound drifts through our doors
Orchestrated by an all knowing creator
The heavenly acapella
A wonder to behold
Till I heard the voice no more
Waited in vain for weeks
Why is the artist away
Was all I could say
Then I heard it again
Voice strained as it sang
Eyes hung as it wallows in isolation
The mocking bird in it's cage
Copyright © Raki Lyon | Year Posted 2023
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