Mockingbird’s Yearning

wee small hours of the morning        
call to me with the voice of
the Mockingbird’s yearning

calling out lyrics and notes
not his own but achingly
captured in his own throat

darkness hiding winged form
musical song simply rising
listen to quell the storm

awaken your soul come with me
symphony, sonnet now mine
taken to sing so lovingly

there he is with stolen song
trilling with great pleasure
beckoning me to sing along

creating light in the night sky
patterned prism colors rising
rapt audience of one sublime

longing for a song of his own
to widen the net of listeners
as though his voice has flown

but he knows only other’s muse
so claim them he does one by one
singing again without any ruse

wee small hours of the morning
call to me with the voice of
the Mockingbird’s yearning

© June 2012
Renee Espriu

During my visit here in sunny Southern California I was awakened to the sound of this beautiful creature’s song like no other. The Mocking Bird has no song of his own but when he sings all the songs of all the other birds it is as though a resonate sound of an orchestra has filled the morning hours.

5 Replies to “Mockingbird’s Yearning”

  1. I have a kitchen wall clock and it has a different bird song on the hour, every hour. The very first time I heard a North American Mocking bird, I could have sworn it was someone giggling. Thought it was totally fascinating.
    Loved your prose Renee. Have a lovely time there in S Cal

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    1. I don’t remember this lovely creature when growing up here but it seems to have taken a liking to this place and now taken it as its’ own. The sun is healing to me here. Thanks Bren!

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  2. oh they know how to sing a symphony of nature and wonder…well captured.. you made me wanna go outside and just sit and listen to the birds…have a great time in california!!

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