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A Singing Voice In The Dark

by Richard Davis

Somewhere
in the darkness
of this late summer night
I can hear a mockingbird still
rehearsing his litany
of imitations.
They enter
my open window
with the warm wave
of heat on this
hot July night.

I lie and listen
to this strange concert
of birdsong and imagine
him sitting on a high
moonlit branch of
the backyard catalpa tree,
hidden among its heart-shaped leaves,
pouring all of his passion
into his crazy serenade.

10/04/2008

Posted on 10/04/2008
Copyright © 2022 Richard Davis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Greg Williams on 10/04/08 at 07:27 PM

Hey great poem. I enjoy the flow and style of the works of yours that I have read thus far.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/31/10 at 01:00 PM

what lovely occurrence to pour through our window and our quill to pen such a fine opus as this ode.

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