Mockingbird —
bears the full Moon
on beclouded wings
and weaves together
borrowed phrases into song
He regards me
with pearly eye,
daring me to criticize
But I —
who carry not a crescent
and long to sing —
can only look on,
admiring.
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Nightjars & Damselflies 
I can hear the birdsong…….
What great talent you have the drawing is just beautiful 💜
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Thank you, Jackie…it was a pleasure to put those pencils to work and find the Mockingbird in the paper!
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Love both word and image here, especially the bird’s open claw and beak, her desire for life.
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Thank you, too, Tess — sometimes, when I walk, I receive “suggestions” from the local inhabitants…I just must be sure I’m listening! 🙂
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