The MockingbirdA Poem by LinzeyAs I stop and listen to her playful tune I start to realize something… That well, can this mockingbird’s song be mocking me? She could be laughing Or making fun of me in anyway possible Its joy soon seem sarcastic And its beauty now a lie It has never occurred to me that something which sings with so much innocence could… Be a mockingbird in disguise © 2011 Linzey |
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