Mockingbird on a Stormy Afternoon
A couple of days ago, as storm weather began to move in, I listened to a mockingbird singing.
Usually our resident mockingbird sings from the top of the electric pole that stands just outside the fence. It overlooks the area where my young stallion Toots stays, and I like to spend time with Toots and listen to the mockingbird.
Usually, as I say, the bird is very visible, dancing and trilling from the very top of the pole. But not this time. To my eyes, the sky remained empty of anything but gray clouds. I never did spot him, just listened to a vibrant outpouring of song filling the growing wind.
Mockingbird,
Singing invisible,
Fluting the sky in many voices:
Empty skies—just clouds, wind,
Melody.
The form of this poem is the tritriplicata, a syllable-based sequence developed by poet Arjan Tupan. His delightful work is available at The Tripple Effect.
Wonderful. Love the poem. And thanks for the very kind mention!