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Manic Mocking
by Debbie Cannatella 4/21/2009
Silence in Labyrinth's grotto
circular maze of budding color
upon mulch between stone.
Mockingbird begins its manic song
Holding captive my fleeting thought.
Into the dense leaf canopy
the source of this lunacy I search.
Trill and blurt,
Choke and warble
its mantic and frantic
mimic of song without breath.
The insane clap-clap
of a monkey with symbols,
Of the chick-chick-chick
of a spastic wind-up toy
cut loose again and again
The song continues.
And the lunacy absorbed
by this one who stares.
A search of the trees
for the source
of songbird's Turret’s.
Silence.
He slipped from his concealed stage
before my game was done,
left squinting at silent branches
for a disappearing bird.
Where does the lunacy truly lie? |
