A nest in our blackberry bush

Just a little nest, Mockingbird

Little sticks criss-crossed

Pine needles lined its inside.

A little bird which sat quietly

In her little nest, Mockingbird

Wings still, practiced voice silent,

Waits on still eggs patiently.

A rainstorm which drenched the earth

In her little nest, Mockingbird

Sat with eyes closed and head down

Protecting her inner secret life.

On early sun of Mother’s Day

In her little nest, Mockingbird

Her babies hatched and sat quietly

With sleepy eyes and hungry beaks.

On afternoon of Mother’s Day

In her little nest, Mockingbird

Hunted food and guarded well

Her family against all harmful things.