Kristin E. Johnson

Rookie (Athens, Georgia)

The Mockingbird Hymn

My bird don’t want one thing but the fear that rules his soul.
I offered him my garden and offered him my corncrib.
I offered my heart as he sang in the night, and
I learned that it’s a sin to love a mockingbird.

My bird don’t sing one thing but the songs he overheard,
and softly chirps a sparrow’s sweet promise to be faithful.
If only my bird would just love like a sparrow
it wouldn’t be a sin to love a mockingbird.

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