sorenbarrett

Mockingbird

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