Mockingbird II
by Carol Davis
How perfectly he has mastered
the car alarm, jangling us from sleep.
Later his staccato scatters smaller birds
that landed on the wire beside him.
Perhaps the key to success
is imitation, not originality.
Once, when the cat slinked up
the orange tree and snatched a hatchling,
the mockingbird turned on us,
marked us for revenge.
For two whole weeks he dive bombed
whenever I ventured out the screen door
lured by his call: first tricked into thinking
the soft coo was a mourning dove courting,
next drawn by the war cry of a far larger animal.
He swooped from one splintered eave, his mate from the other,
aiming to peck out my eyes, to wrestle
the baby from my arms, to do God knows what
with that newborn.
Beautifully composed! Loved the tragedy. I think the indent with every other line made for an off-beat structure departing from the conventional block style. “Perhaps the key to success is imitation, not originality.”–well said! I also think originality begins with imitation but sometimes we lose our way. Awesome read!