As I watch the Mocking bird,
Tennatiusly garding her nest,
Her Motherly instincts,
Are often put to the test.
I saw her dive-bomb a cat,
When her nest, it came to near,
Plucking fur from it's tail,
The Mother bird had no fear.
When all was safe she returned,
Grateful she won this fight,
She'll gard her nest, with her life,
Until her young can take to flight.
Applause' foundation, e'er the close
my ears primed out, my thought in prose
Ah, words, concerning words, I chose
soiled armor, but my holy soul!
I guess not, that my honor's skoal
is only spoken, all untold,
the rhetoric's rhyming, so supplied
with factual basics, not deride!
Astigmatism's care ~ "I can't" ~
with mobilizing's avant-gard,
I then become unbroken "can"
from knowing everlasting's plan!
Continuim's apptitude is score ~
it's still my Earth, the hope's encore!
My fears dissipate while you're here on shore.
I wish I could show you who I am now,
All the progress I've made, but you want more.
No longer haunted, yearning need, oh how
I'm still learning about who I can be,
What do I want to do with my life now?
Now you're gone, I wasn't good enough, see?
I don't try hard enough, who are you, BOW!
Not my friend, no one I know's acting Bree.
A queen, princess, no just another figure.
Getting by in a rough world, so nice, see?
Gard down for a second, look see the picture?
No water, no food, gona a moment later.
Live now, tommorow is a second too late.
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