Mockingbirds, song-baby, piano man, dressed white gloves grey suit jacket, mock me, mock me… imitate, harass, aggravate, strike a pose, rude boy, music vocab-ulary surpasses… they will try to imitate anything… I’ve seen a lyrebird on film, an Aussie bird, who sounds like a car. Would I kid you, not me...? The mocker is our clown, patriotic wiseguy, shrugs his shoulders and raises his tail feathers to show you his bottom. Not afraid of anything, this bird... He's a little balmy sometimes. Saw one once I'd swear got too close to a telephone wire, jazzed up…
Walked walkabout a park, long lines, distant trees, waiting for the right … colour… red, yellow, green, brown, what a show…
The bird songs intoxicated, mesmerized, frustrated ME… WHAT were those birds SAYING... humans think they can dismiss the birds, the animals, "oh they are only doing, saying..." well, think of it as a foreign language, a different culture, why don't you, you CAN'T know, I’ve watched birds interact, I listen to their sounds, anxiety, love, distress, anger, anger, mock me will you…
I saw a group of black birds, small black birds hovering over a growth of long tall brown reed grass, a pond. They hovered like smoke, and then, descended all at once -- disappeared in the long halls, target practice. Who can spook the human the most? I can mama, CAW CAW… Funny, I heard so many birds today, at the park, but saw only one crow, a large bloke way up in a tree… I got a sense that he was an old 'um, that one. Birds talk as much as humans I reckon. When I KNOW the sound, the bird, [a familiar street, lullaby, bird in the bush, up the water spout, or tree, hiding, calling, moving, and I can’t SEE HIM AT ALL] it is a sweet craziness…
I want to know what they are saying… oftentimes I will click my tongue to a bird, and get a reaction, oh well done, feathered friend.
Mock me not, mockingbird.
Walked walkabout a park, long lines, distant trees, waiting for the right … colour… red, yellow, green, brown, what a show…
The bird songs intoxicated, mesmerized, frustrated ME… WHAT were those birds SAYING... humans think they can dismiss the birds, the animals, "oh they are only doing, saying..." well, think of it as a foreign language, a different culture, why don't you, you CAN'T know, I’ve watched birds interact, I listen to their sounds, anxiety, love, distress, anger, anger, mock me will you…
I saw a group of black birds, small black birds hovering over a growth of long tall brown reed grass, a pond. They hovered like smoke, and then, descended all at once -- disappeared in the long halls, target practice. Who can spook the human the most? I can mama, CAW CAW… Funny, I heard so many birds today, at the park, but saw only one crow, a large bloke way up in a tree… I got a sense that he was an old 'um, that one. Birds talk as much as humans I reckon. When I KNOW the sound, the bird, [a familiar street, lullaby, bird in the bush, up the water spout, or tree, hiding, calling, moving, and I can’t SEE HIM AT ALL] it is a sweet craziness…
I want to know what they are saying… oftentimes I will click my tongue to a bird, and get a reaction, oh well done, feathered friend.
Mock me not, mockingbird.
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