Ode to the Mocking Bird Outside My Window

 

Sometimes I wish to be a bird. To rule the world from high and low.

To flit about on the sultry air; to catch my prey in midair; to land on a branch and sing.

Sunshine on my feathers. Water from a bath.

To glide across the summer grass; to streak along a shaded path; fearless, peerless, a mighty king.

Married only to the currents. No need for validation. Oh, what a wondrous thing.

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Jim Mitchem 

May 11, 2012
 

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