He sings all night, happy and carefree, <br />From the topmost branches, of my giant oak tree. <br />With God given talent, and plenty of flair, <br />To whomever listens in the still night air. <br /> <br />Chirping and whistling, from twilight till dawn, <br />Happily entoning his beautiful songs. <br />The most exquisite melodies, you've ever heard, <br />From God's gift to the world, The Mockingbird. <br /> <br />3/31/12 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-sings-all-night/
