A mockingbird sweetly sings
Just right atop its tree
With the songs it carries on its wings
It's calling out to me
It is in the bird's nature
To sing its songs so freely
Hearts of many it would capture
Yet still aggravating many
Ever wonder what it feels
To see the world in its eyes
And understand what brings
A mockingbird to cry
A storm covers the clear blue sky
And silence now runs free
I look for the bird way up high
No longer atop its tree
The deafening sound of violence
Echoing, undoubtedly
The innocent is silenced
'Cause all you hear is mockery
To those who own eyes of neglect
To those of you who looked away
Mark this day, don't ever forget
That a mockingbird died today
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Geneen. Read my piece of work, Love and Iust. Thanks
Ever wonder what it feels To see the world in its eyes And understand what brings A mockingbird to cry. how the bird might see the world. how the little eyes of the bird see the world and love i t and sing for it.. wonderful imagination. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem May it be read by hunters who snuff out the lives of mammals and birds