mockingbird, why do I so trouble thee

mockingbird,

mockingbird,

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,

authentically,

heart to heart,

simply as it is.

oh, mockingbirds in life,

why, please tell me why

do I so trouble thee?

The End

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