Mockingbird

Watch the Mockingbird fly and play, watch as it drinks the nectar from the white flower. 

See as it only take a sip then flies away.

Watch as a little girl dances and plays with the bird.

See as a little boy comes and rips the Mocking birds wings.

Watch the life drain from the little bird. 

See as the sin wraps around the boy and make him a sinner.

Watch as the Mockingbird dies, with so much sorrow its little boy can't take it all.

See the little girl smirk with happiness as she watches the bird die in front of her.

Watch the boy and girl laugh and play now that the mockingbird is dead.

Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's gardens, don't nest in corncribs, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

Author's Note

Just something that hit me when I finished reading To Kill a Mockingbird. Touching, truly touching.

Reviews

[Wanda Morris-Jones]

Very heartfelt.

[DeadlySoul]

I enjoyed it.