Mockingbird

I'm watching him up there,
Silhouetted on the wire,
Alone against,
The blue sky,
Belting out the songs
That he borrowed
From all the other birds,

Trying on
One voice after another,
Pausing briefly
Between each one
To see if he is attracting
The girl bird
Of his dreams,

And every now and then
He dances up into the air,
Fluttering in a loop
That shows off the patches of white
Etched on his wings,
Before landing back down on the wire
To begin another song,

And as I watch him,
I'm feeling a lot like him,
Like a feathery creature
Balancing on a wire,
Trying on lots of different voices
To see which one
Works best

And every now and then,
Doing a little twirl
Out on the dance floor,
Hoping the boy bird of my dreams
Will fly by and notice me,
Flutter down beside me
And ask me to dance.

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