Mocking Bird

Mocking Bird

The voice of irresistibility shall never refrain
   from the bird of youth with an adult's brain
As a humming sweet echo reverbates on high
   so too, all little mocking birds take to the sky
Laugh, little one and laugh again loud
   mocking walkers and passersby head to the clouds
How silly they looks when they reach out to grasp
   at my delicate wings tinged in gold colored flash


See me, hear me, want me and need me, but can't catch me or trap me 
only imagine they feel me


The rapture's awareness in a tormented hell
   when undeniably, inexplicably you didn't know too well
I blend into invisibility with my own unspecialness
   hide and seek are my favorite, I confess, I guess.
Sitting atop highest branches at home in my roost
   watching poor little fools search blindly my ego boosts
For my camouflage is perfect and confuses the heart
   sending you on a treasure hunt by doing my part


Can't catch me, can't see but you hear me indeed and want me, need me
only to imagine you're with me


As the voice of irresistible dreams squawking madly in your head
   and you envision a sweet beautiful bird lying in your bed
But your pulse quickens soon and your palms sweat
   as you wake up alone and so full of regret
Asking "Why, little bird, do you mock me," and 
   "Must your sound be so sweet?" and...
I am the song sparrow hiding full of unabashed deniance
   I mock and fly and tease in ignorant defiance


Look for me, listen intently, search until you can't find, as I fly
in sweetest songs all around and behind
23aug2008

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.