I don’t think I can quite contain
The dizzy feeling, like champagne,
That overtakes me, full enthrall,
Each time a mockingbird may call.
Authentic secrets may be told
When he his beak does yet unfold.
Though lovable, he mocks what’s dear
By hawking gems for all to hear.
No fickle finch, he’s all afoot
To spill our stories, sow our soot.
Each quarrel, opportunity
For mockingbird’s impunity.
This feathered gossip finds a roost
And soon his gabby beak is loosed.
He’ll exercise Amendment right
On any ears within his sight.
What service may a secret bring,
If mockingbird begins to sing?
Mere life and peace will quickly flee
At his deliberate decree.
I wonder, does he mock all folk
Or only those he may provoke?
Herein’s the mystery, tale tall.
He’s not a mockingbird at all.
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Catchwords (“lovable,” “soot,” “authentic” and “secret”)
Meme Express (“mockingbird”)
Poetic Asides (April P.A.D. Challenge – “Never _____”)
Read Write Poem (NaPoWriMo – “I don’t think I can”)
Three Word Wednesday (“opportunity,” “quarrel” and “service’)
Totally Optional Prompts (“exercise”)
Weekend Wordsmith (“champagne”)
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