I pause on
the riverbank
and listen to the mockingbird.
A dull
plumage is no liability
for an imposter
whose gift
for mimicry is his badge
and claim to fame.
In the
darkening twilight he riffs on:
cardinal
grackle
sparrow
squirrel
and even the
humble duck.
Oh little
feathered jazz man,
how I love
your repertoire!
Life is made
of moments such as this.
This Three Word Wednesday post is in honor of a feathered entertainer on the San Antonio River.
This Three Word Wednesday post is in honor of a feathered entertainer on the San Antonio River.
5 comments:
I can picture and hear all of this well done.
May 29, 2013 at 11:13 AMI wonder whether each continent has one?
May 30, 2013 at 6:05 PMHere in Australia we have the Lyre bird who is a great mimic. I saw a TV show of one imitating a chain saw as well as all the other creatures in the forest.
A duck! I'd never thought of it, but of course.
May 30, 2013 at 11:54 PMIndeed. You could argue that life is nothing but moments like that. Nicely captured.
May 31, 2013 at 7:01 AMEnjoyed this creative poem immensely- has a lovely rhythm and wit.
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