I have a mockingbird—
for how long, I don’t know;
he is free to come and go
but, for now, perches on my roof
outside my window
running through his repertoire
in all the bird-languages,
as if he has decided one song
is not enough to express
his ecstatic heart,
so he weaves tunes end to end,
high and low,
lilting and liquid,
warbled and chirped,
a celebration of sound
dancing through my open window,
waking me to this one day.
Tomorrow, he may be on another roof,
regaling no one in particular,
for he needs no audience,
he would sing at the top of his little lungs
even if no one was listening.
But today, I am listening,
pausing in the early stillness
to hear this songster
dressed in stately gray,
serenading my morning
with flowing melodies
flung freely into the breeze.
Whatever the day may bring,
my mockingbird has already
sung the sweetness into my world.
-kh-
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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