why do I so trouble thee?
why do you scold me
from that near yet distant tree.
in curses that you learned from other souls,
a cheep, cheep, cheep from a mother wren,
or a brash blue jay's bold siren call,
a meow you snatched from a prowling cat
as you teased it from a lofty branch,
why do you scold me so?
with words not even of your own creation,
with borrowed insinuations,
in mimicked intonations,
what have I done,
how have I failed,
in what manner have I sinned?
tell me honestly,
heart to heart,
simply as it is.
oh, mockingbirds in life,
why, please tell me why
do I so trouble thee?