My Cousin the MockingbirdA Poem by Tim McGovern
Each morning the Mockingbird sings and squabbles hoots, beeps, bops croons outside my window. He repeats the same songs ad infinitum for his own pleasure, or attract a mate, to annoy the harpy blue jay, braying crow the eternally effeminate twittering chickadee or simply to revel in the sound of his own voice. Sometimes I think my poetry is much the same. © 2009 Tim McGovern |
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Added on June 6, 2009 AuthorTim McGovernRed Sox Nation, MAAbout50 year old male from Boston area who has stopped to look both ways before crossing middle age more..Writing
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