....... MOCKING BIRD......

An eagle soars



On the back of the winds


And floats on the stream of air.


He dips his wing


In the mist of the clouds


Claiming the sky his own.






The nightingale


In his cage of gold


Rarely sees the sky.


He envies the birds


With unclipped wings, while

He has nothing to do but sing






The nightingale sings


A song of envy,


A song of sorrow,


A song of rage,


A song of longing,


For the one thing he can’t have.


Freedom.

An eagle thinks of another breeze


And the fat mice on a grassy field


And the soft winds through the yielding trees.






The nightingale stands on the brink of reality,


Awaiting the night of dreams and fantasies.


Longing for the freedom of flight






The eagle lands on morning dewed grass


As the sun rises in the east.

The nightingale sings his final song


As the sun sets in the west.