2024/Haylie-28757

The mockingbird,

It soars through the air looking for something its not

It's always injuring itself, tumbling through the air distracted by the beauty of another bird

People pass by watching it attack a mirror, curious as to why.

It’s attacking the reflection, attacking itself

The mocking bird

It’s own mating song is sweet and gurgling,

But it mocks the songs of other birds

Their tunes carry harsh squeaky notes and horrible to drums in our ears

But still, it mock, mock, mocks because all horrible things are of its own creation

The mocking bird

I think it hates itself

Always mimicking, that’s its job I suppose, it’s in the name

Its tunes are more spectacular than the House Finch

Colorful, cherry voiced, yes

But still, the mockingbird’s tunes are that of the heavens

The mockingbird

Others birds songs are dull in comparison

In all way, shape, and form

It pains me when it thinks it’s the darkness because all I see is the light

There's a barrier between us, everytime I try to help its for nothing

The mocking bird

Mocking, imitating, copying

These terms are forever tied to the bird, drilled into its skull forcing it to change itself

It’s what its used to, it's all it knows

I pity the mockingbird