My Cousin the Mockingbird

My Cousin the Mockingbird

A 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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Tim McGovern
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