A Golden Silence

Mockingbird perches
in a topmost branch,
silently observing
flocks of blackbirds
flutter foolishly
from tree to tree,
chit-chit-chit endlessly
producing only racket.
He could put them to shame,
but he doesn’t.

 

 

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