High above in the holly tree
Amongst the green waxy leaves
His fits of fanciful fluency fly free
Many whistles and warbles he weaves
Into a tapestry of echoed symphonies
That has become his song to sing
This master of musical mimicries
Whose joyfully jubilant songs ring
His excitement vibrantly fills the air
Giving me reason to pause and savor
Nature’s maestro, a singer extraordinaire
Mockingbird melodies grey mood’s savior

Heather Hazlett
October 8, 2017

Written for Word Painting w/Marianna

By hhazlett26

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