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MOCKINGBIRD LULLABY

Sometimes he walks before the town wakes up.

He walks a path down by the bay.

It’s usually quiet and serene…usually…but not this day.

Usually he walks in silence

where only the softest sounds are heard

that changed when he reached the center of town

and was confronted…by a bird.

A mockingbird began chirping loudly

then she flew around his head…

She stopped on the sidewalk in front of him…

“Follow me.” She said.

At least that’s what he thought she said.

After all…he didn’t understand a word

for he is just a man

and she…a mockingbird.

But he followed her across the street

where she landed in a tree

and as she kept chirping loudly he wondered

‘What does she want from me?’

He saw that she was in her nest

making bird sounds he’d never heard

and then he saw what she was fussing about…

On the ground…a baby mockingbird.

Her baby must have fallen 

and here she came to rest

so gently…softly…he picked her up

and returned her to the nest.

The mother mockingbird thanked him

He could see it in her eyes

And he smiled as he walked away

listening to a mockingbird lullaby.

At least he thought it was a lullaby

After all…he didn’t understand a word

for he is just a man

and she…a mockingbird.