Mockingbird

Will Stelter

You are a mockingbird outside my window, and I like to wake to your stuttering.
And your throat sings the sweetest melodies, and imitations leave me, empty.

But I know, you have to go. Back to that nest of yours.
But I hope, you’ll return, in the morning, to let me know when Its time open my eyes.

Mockingbird, won’t you stay, stay for a little while.
Though spring will change to fall, and the cold will settle in.

Winter wont last too long, and you’ll be here again.

But I know, you have to go. Back to that nest of yours.
But I hope, you’ll return, in the morning, to let me know when Its time open my eyes.

Mockingbird, won’t you stay, stay for a little while.