A serenade

Saturday, 10:02 pm

By Kate

Jul

02

2005

There is, at this very moment, a mocking bird on the edge of my porch roof, just outside my window, singing his heart out. He’s standing tall with his beak pointed into the air, singing his repertoire that includes his own mockingbird song along with a variety of other bird songs. I’ve recognized a few other bird songs that he’s performed, but I can’t tell what the rest are. Maybe it’s his own original composition. It’s a beautiful sound.