I Remember The Mimicking Bird

it is perching on a branch of a tree in front of our house
facing me
this hottest day of the year
when all the leaves are falling
like an inevitable misfortune

i open the window and it does not fly away
i whistle
it whistles too

i sing a song it sings the same song as mine
i hum, it hums too

it is mocking me
but i like it that way

i don't consider it my enemy
not even a flattery
perhaps a compliment
to my dissent.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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