Lawrence Hall HSG
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Mockingbirds at Dusk in a Time of War
They might be fighting;
they might be he-ing and she-ing
Their leaf-rich oak could
be their arena
Or it might serve them as
their bower of bliss
For love in this
magnolia-scented dusk
They’re still at it,
whatever their “it” might be
But breaking off to blitz
the subtle cat
Sneaking about in quest of
a bunny or squirrel
But who from feathered
fury must now retreat
They might be fighting;
they might be he-ing and she-ing
But then
They
might be mocking the rest of us
Bower of
bliss – cf. Spenser’s The Faerie Queene
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