Outside my bedroom window is one solitary bird
singing nonstop, all morning.
The same song,
over and over.
Is he waiting for an answer,
or just singing for the pure joy of doing so.
Maybe if I ask him he’ll tell me, or
maybe it’s a secret.
A secret I may have to learn or earn.
I don’t know.
I’ll ask him anyway.
I’ll let you know what he says.
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One summer a mockingbird sang all night long in the light of the moon right outside my bedroom window…can’t say I wanted to ask him much of anything…except to give it a break! 🙂
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I don’t blame you! 🙂
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Those secrets birds hold. . .they see everything, you know. . .
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