Mr. Mockingbird

Mr. Mockingbird
Mr. Mockingbird                                Gay Nell Olive

Mr. Mockingbird on the window’s ledge.

What makes you go up and down,

Pecking on my window pane?

Is it your reflection that you see?

Protecting your babies you must think,

As in their nest they lay close by.

Up and down, morning until night,

Pecking on my window pane.

Gay Nell Olive

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2 thoughts on “Mr. Mockingbird

  1. Good thing he’s not an owl! Sweet poem. =)

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  2. Well you brought a smile to my face. That is so true. I’m glad you liked it.

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