That Mockingbird on the Telephone Pole
sings the whole time we walk Johns Hill.
Is he lonely?
Does he visit us from the spirit world?
Is he hoping for a hot date?
Are there juicy bugs up there in the ether?
I really don’t mind because he makes me laugh.
I chatter back my own rant
as my dog leads me on.
We have no cares for
the meantime.
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“I chatter back my own rant ” is the energy I need this morning! Good to read your work again, Roberta. And there’s something about the word “meantime” that just hits.
I almost changed it to “now,” but thought I needed that “mean” in there for real. 🙂 Thanks for your comment.
Mockingbirds are so entertaining, and you’ve pegged this one!
Nice!
I love the talking back and forth. Nice poem.
the mockingbird transforms your ranting to laughter
It’s amazing what a simple walk can produce! I am so happy you shared this experience with us, Roberta. A hot date with a mockingbird! I agree with Liz about the “meantime.” Works perfectly.
Love the whimsy of your poem, and that last line with “the meantime.”
Love the questions and “for/the meantime.”
May it be so, Roberta ♥️
Roberta, I’ll echo Pam, these questions are so fun. Your spirit shines through here.
Thanks for sharing your mockingbird morning joy.
Is he hoping for a hot date? So funny!