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Alas, in the moment of the darkest hour
The time where the stars seem as small as they're ever
A creature of wild, enclothed in feathers of mist
Prepares for its song of sweet glory and bliss.
Under the moon, as full as a river
Come hither the music
Of one single member
And then, as the sun breaks out of its nest
So do the dawn chorus, once timid but ready to stiffen
Their backs,
Embracing the triumpant valiance
Of their leader, the mockingbird.
The robin and the cardinal emerge from the fog
Join in their voices with the master of song
Soon even the jay and the chickadee are drawn into the fresh morning crisp
Their hearts swelling with pride, never to fade to a wisp.
And yet, slience stalks the cannon of flame
As the perches below sit deserted, no one to blame
But the mockingbird, in its nature flicks its wings out for a flight
Ready for another solo in the moonlight