I sit here looking out my window, <br />And there atop a tree, <br />Happens to be a mockingbird nest, <br />As I peer over my shoulder, <br />Into that little perch I notice a miniscule bird, <br />He looks at me and chirps, <br />And I see his mother come swooping in, <br />She looks at me with pure dismay, <br />And then turns away, <br />She cuddles him and gives him some food, <br />One last glance in my direction, <br />And then she's off, <br />But she hasn't really gone, <br />No, she's waiting around to protect what she loves, <br />What is so interesting is that she is an animal and it's her instincts, <br />But we are the 'superior' race but with all that goes on, <br />When did that instinct leave us?<br /><br />Kathryn Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mockingbird-s-love/
