MOCKINGBIRD LULLABY
Sometimes he walks before the town wakes up.
He walks a path down by the bay.
It’s usually quiet and serene…usually…but not this day.
Usually he walks in silence
where only the softest sounds are heard
that changed when he reached the center of town
and was confronted…by a bird.
A mockingbird began chirping loudly
then she flew around his head…
She stopped on the sidewalk in front of him…
“Follow me.” She said.
At least that’s what he thought she said.
After all…he didn’t understand a word
for he is just a man
and she…a mockingbird.
But he followed her across the street
where she landed in a tree
and as she kept chirping loudly he wondered
‘What does she want from me?’
He saw that she was in her nest
making bird sounds he’d never heard
and then he saw what she was fussing about…
On the ground…a baby mockingbird.
Her baby must have fallen
and here she came to rest
so gently…softly…he picked her up
and returned her to the nest.
The mother mockingbird thanked him
He could see it in her eyes
And he smiled as he walked away
listening to a mockingbird lullaby.
At least he thought it was a lullaby
After all…he didn’t understand a word
for he is just a man
and she…a mockingbird.
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