He Sings All Night - Poem by Juan Olivarez
He sings all night, happy and carefree,
From the topmost branches, of my giant oak tree.
With God given talent, and plenty of flair,
To whomever listens in the still night air.
Chirping and whistling, from twilight till dawn,
Happily entoning his beautiful songs.
The most exquisite melodies, you've ever heard,
From God's gift to the world, The Mockingbird.
3/31/12 Alton Texas
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