Happy #nationalpoetryday!
I hear the Mockingbird’s call, from the trees up above
oh, wonders of feathers
in melodious song
I hear another lovely tune
with ravishing notes
to make those who listen swoon
The nightgale sings glory along
the pleasent meadows where I long to belong
in the evening
throughout the night
the owl asks who
was rejoicing in the moonlight?
can you answer the call, the question, the song
to which the bird asks, where you belong?