Mockingbird
Withdrawn, it unfolds
to another
voice, like that
of a child lost in the wind.
Or, lonely, it rises from its place
and sings, only
to return and start again.
The pleasure we accept derives from
the knowledge that we are not alone.
Each morning we walk out and sit
by the stones, hoping to observe some
new patterns in his life. What we
see is an answer. What we hear is no song.
* * *
“Mockingbird” made its first appearance here in January 2015. It was written
in the 1980s, probably around 1987-1989.
O at the Edges 
I see a lot of mocking birds …. state bird of Texas. I never realized there were so many different kinds.
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I miss the mockingbirds. They’re among my favorites!
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I think we often tend to admire the exotic looking birds and forget about those that are not so colorful. My mockingbirds are always on the lines talking to one another. I know I would notice if they weren’t there. I have enjoyed in the past watching bird programs on TV.
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I also like wrens, vultures and hummingbirds. They’re all fascinating, in their own way.
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Beautifully done.
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Thanks, Leslie. I do miss them.
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Poignant.
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Thank you, Barbara.
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