Skip to content

Mockingbird

In the sky and above the treetops
Flies a mockingbird as free as the wind
I know he sees me and I see him
His beak has curved and I think he is smirking
For he knows he is free and I am not
Laugh you foolish bird at my imprisonment
One day I will be as free as you
My soul will say goodbye to its earthly form
And I will sail away up passed the clouds
Farther than you could ever go bird
So if you thought a while of this, mockingbird
You would understand and mock me no more
So fly away and leave me at peace
And even though you have shunned me
I will not scorn you your next passing by
For you are as you are, a mockingbird

© 2021 Loly Rinn
Photo by David Tip on Unsplash
From a personal anthology of bygone poetry
Published inBygone Poetry

Be First to Comment

Leave a Reply

%d