Writings in the Sand

Braggart or Liar?

There's a media prompt this week, It's a song about pretending to be something you're not in an effort to try to please others, or perhaps to make up for your own insecurities and how this pressure makes you a liar. Although I know people like that and perhaps, have felt that pressure myself at times, something quite different came to mind.

And so I have written this poem. I am putting it here in the blog, killing two birds with one stone.

I swear, I didn't kill any real birds.

Not that I wasn't tempted.

The Mockingbird

The mockingbird cares not if I sleep
Crying out from a nearby tree
He explains to the risen moon
That he can be all he was meant to be
Not a robin, a chickadee or even a loon

He sings forth his practiced rhythm
Hiding himself in the thick of the leaves
He does not mind his plain color or form
It is enough for him that everyone believes
That he is not a tiny bird, but a car alarm