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They're all gone, the two goldfinches, bluejay, twenty or more crows, the mockingbird that kept me company through the summer while I cut dead trees and burned brush, hearing him by the barn, the chicken coop, the pond, remembering my father could change tunes like that on his harmonica, six trills, then three, then another completely different song, mockingbird this, mockingbird that, as I thought about leaving my wife, my son, my home, entering silence the way my old man did when he got drunk for seven years and finally burst his sodden heart, the way my mother did those many nights he'd come home smelling of someone else, silence palpable as the peaches that hung all August for the bees to dream into, the ones I'd watch up close as they burrowed into the sweet holes and covered themselves with the sticky juice to the point that they could not flutter their wings, just fall, buzzing, to the ground, where the birds would come to peck and eat them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER MOCKING BIRDS by KENNETH REXROTH MOCKINGBIRD MONTH by MONA VAN DUYN PATRIOTIC TOUR AND POSTULATE OF JOY by ROBERT PENN WARREN THE MOCKING BIRD by SIDNEY LANIER THE MOCKING-BIRD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON TO THE MOCKINGBIRD by RICHARD HENRY WILDE |
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