The Rock Is There Poem by pauline miller

There are mocking birds that flitter and twitter
Chirping their way around
Chittering and chirping, making quite a sound

A chitter here a chatter there, derisive with their chirps
Mocking away, exercising their wit
Never knowing just when to quit.

The writhing beak, the pointing claw
Feeding on seeds of fiddle faddle
And the denouncing of Mr. or Mrs. Twaddle.

Beaks much sharper than the sword
Dissimulation spreads o'er every pore
Like a fly alighting on every sore.

With false reports and untruths spoken
Verifying unjust things, they drool.
Does the bird not see he is a fool?

Let the mocking birds sing their songs
‘Twill not destroy an honest person fair
For the birds will see, when floods recede,
the rock is there.