I\'ve listened to larks and warblers
Each with its own song
envied the plumage of peacocks and tanagers
with colors so vibrant and strong
Crows as thieves, nature did ordain
to take anything shiny or about strewn
But the mockingbird with feathers so plain
steals no grain, only a tune
So out of this mirror of sound
from poets I covet, I steal a word
Then with this, purloined bound
I am a mockingbird