Suburban Area Poems | Examples

The Mockingbird

I am an echo of brilliant impersonation, 
replicating melodies heard early dawn-
My feathers of grey with ebony tipped 
wings glide through lavender fields
at dusk.

I favor vegetation hedges in the thicket
and enjoy living in the most beautiful
suburban area in Northern Michigan,
you should see the Great Lakes-
 
I fear not prey that surface at eventide, 
nor do I dread the midnight darkness-
I only bask in the glory of the Summer
heat, 
eating crumbs made of bread and those 
tiny seeds Mr. Jones spreads out in his
emerald grass-
            for none other but me.

Every night I say a meditation verse I wrote:

                "Now I shall perch on the highest branch
                 in the brightest willow not weeping-
                 For he too knows I am special indeed, 
                 as I watch my hatchlings that are sleeping.
                               Good night my babies...."



July 13, 2019
The Mockingbird
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh