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The Mocking Bird

02.05.13 Posted in today's words by

James G Piatt’s most recent poem to appear here was I Sat Among My Thoughts Today (September 2012).

The Mocking Bird

By James G Piatt

Oh mocking bird, ignoble feathered beast
Of the midnight hours, with multiple
Voices trilling stridently in the moonlit
Night. You are as a lost soul calling for
Your mate in solo flight: You must be
Listening to the wandering moon, for
Anon the dawn will rise so very soon, and
Like someone led astray in the fallow
Meadows of the day, only gray embers
Of wishful memories shall stay.
Ennobled by Eros’ sting, your gaudy
Notes will, as the night rises, once again sing.

2 Responses to “The Mocking Bird”

  1. Lori says:

    Ah, someone else who appreciates the song of the mockingbird in the early hours of the morning. Although I always interpreted the song as one of joy, a kindred spirit when I was in my 20s and didn’t want to give in to the end of the night. 🙂

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