I made it to day three! Only 28 to go.
Mockingbirds and Cardinals
Lady cardinals with pink peaked heads
Are waiting atop a tree
Listening to the male, a suitor
Sing bright his suite melody.
How he gets them all undone
Twittering lovely all a flutter,
They all want to be the one, that is
Until the pushy mockingbirds come.
What a show, mocking, seizing
Their places high up in the tree
A plan, a program, in the genes
From the very first to this late scene.
Not quite the same in humankind
Who defend our top tree spots,
It’s fight…not flight, the enemy,
Against the swooping lot.
If you take a peek at yesterday’s post you will see where the roots of the idea for this poem grew.