I Saw A Mocking Bird

I Saw A Mocking Bird ballad

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I saw a mocking bird upon a tree,
alone, chirping a tune
the skill of imitation bore he
as it sang amid the gloom.
Children played in the fields
adults conversed freely,
but of the bird in the broken still
faces thought him silly.
O beautiful composer of the skies
your deep music is superb,
but can never be fully realized
the song of a mocking bird.

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Chandrama Deshmukh

Two poems, one on a song bird and one on a mockingbird, read one after the other –
Two different perspectives, and yet the wings are made of words.

Read @thejk poem http://highonpoems.com/4334/english-poems/short-poem/song-bird
and you’ll know what I mean @phillip_knox

Would love to read more of your work.


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