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Serenade

by | Mar 2, 2021 | Poetry | 0 comments

 

by Cordelia Hanemann

Walking alone, I cock
my head, hear the mockingbird
sing his medley of tunes,
his repertoire impressive,
I think.

I whistle. Silence.
Listening? I whistle again.
Silence. Once more I whistle
my one tune.

He whistles back.
I have found — a sweetheart
in the deep woods.

 

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