mockingbird fledglings
chirp back at my birding sounds
who’s mocking who now
yellow beaks always wide
begging to be filled with fat
grubs flies bees and worms
mockingbird mother
dives feather close to my ear
she knows i’m a fraud
curious how they
cock their heads sideways not just
wary but observing
three weeks to learn all
the different avian tunes
they’ll sing when they leave
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