Alert Of The Mockingbird. Poem by Nelly Wilder
Alert Of The Mockingbird.
I glide through the woods as careful as a little Robin imagining how they are so gentle and agile as they take the wind.
I stop as I see a Mockingbird looking at me, singing
glorious words of grace and security, when it suddenly stops
its merry tune and stares for a short while behind me in terror.
I know a predator awaits behind me I take in a short breath
of air and slowly get ready with my arrow, I turn shooting my target
in the chest which slowly reveals bright crimson blood pooling next to the still lifeless body.
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4/21/2024 4:56:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nelly, i love birds and i saw robins outside our window this morning (different than u.k. robins) . we have mockingbirds also. i really like how your poem glides along. i usually use rhymes, but i liked your poem VERY MUCH. i wonder if you were the prey, and i wonder who/what was the predator. thanks for sharing. i'll add this to my mypoemlist. bri edwards