My response to dVerse poetry Pub Poetics: Listen to the Mockingbird
Silvery light slipped through the blind
Scratching at the edges of her mind
A faded monochrome
Distant dream of home
In the garden a thrush trilled its morning song
Another bird began to sing along
A different timbre and yet the same
She sat up and tried to recall its name
A passing crow cawed
The bird cawed too
A blackbird whistled
The bird whistled too
She look out of the window
And in full view
Was not one mockingbird
But two
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
Stunning!!
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Ah.. what a wonderful image… yes two mockingbirds can be any set of birds. What a lovely end to the story… In summer when sun rises early here in Sweden I could wake to bird as early as 3AM
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Apparently mockingbirds have made their way to Britain but only very rarely.
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Completely lovely and made me smile. Thanks for that.
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Oh, a big smile here! Love what you did with this, a fabulous surprise ending.
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Thanks, Kelly 🙂
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Oh, Kim. This flows so beautifully, like birdsong. Just delightful.
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I echo de. Absolutely gorgeous 🙂
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I love that ending! Two mockingbirds are definitely better than just one. Peace, Linda
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😊
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Wonderful!
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Thank you, Walt!
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I absolutely love this one!
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Thank you 🙂
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4 in 1
5 in 1
6 in 1
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SonG oN song on..
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creaTiviTy..:)
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