Mr. Mockingbird

Poetry
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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