Gypsy Boy Varey


Mocking Bird


I can hear that little bird
Mocking me with every word
Sat chirping in his tree
For I can hear but I can't see

In a world that is immense
While I'm locked in this cell
On the other side of the fence
While I'm trapped here in hell

He sings both day and night
And just won't let me be
Reminding me I have no sight
Of the place I long to see

If I had a bow and arrow
That bird would soon be dead
For I would shoot that little sparrow
With an arrow through his head

Or a crossbow it would do
To shoot him with a bolt
Even though I know I'd rue
The fact it's not his fault

Or even any kind of gun
Would do to shoot that pest
Then the job would be done
Then my mind would get some rest

I'd kill all the little birds
Who torment me with their song
And dement me with their words
Even though I know I'm wrong

I'd make them all go away
If I had the chance
Though I cannot forsay
If it would make my time advance



(c) varey 2013

Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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