Alert Of The Mockingbird.

I glide through the woods as careful as a little Robin imagining how they are so gentle and agile as they take the wind.
I stop as I see a Mockingbird looking at me, singing
glorious words of grace and security, when it suddenly stops
its merry tune and stares for a short while behind me in terror.

I know a predator awaits behind me I take in a short breath
of air and slowly get ready with my arrow, I turn shooting my target
in the chest which slowly reveals bright crimson blood pooling next to the still lifeless body.

poem by Nelly Wilder
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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