</></>The birds are arriving again,
Cardinals, Thrushes, Wrens,
Great Kiskedees, all kinds of Doves.
Tiny little Finches in a rainbow of colors.
Gathering round the water dish,
Fighting around the feeder.
Singing their glorious songs.
But looking down from the trees,
With disdain,
In their eyes, are the Mockingbirds.
For none can sing as well,
As the great Tenors, in the trees.
The Mockingbirds.
11/3/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem