The Mockingbird


Once when I was visiting friends in another area, there was a Mockingbird that
built a nest in their chimney, singing its song by night but never by day!
Sometimes it is difficult to find a song during the dark night of our lives!

The humming bird has its hum, the dove its coo, the robin its song all welcoming the sun

but the Mockingbird has none, only at night is its
song sung

He sits in his nest talking all day, copying everything heard.
Sometimes in a frenzy, sometimes gently, it never gets tired
of its words so lengthy. His throat quivers and shakes, of
a song it is empty… But at night when all is still, its song swells
with a trill, spreading its wings until early morning light!

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