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Updated on April 29, 2013



Robert Hewett Sr.

A little Mockingbird just hopping on the ground

No momma or poppa, her home could not be found.

Her wings were too short, she could not yet fly

How would she ever survive and not die?

We wanted her stay alive and someday fly away,

Join the other Mockingbirds and sing every day.

We put some food and water where she had stayed

Hoping she would find it before she strayed.

She has found the water and the food, it’s true

Each morning she tries to sing like Mockingbirds do

Her voice is a little quaky and not real loud

But each morning she sounds more proud.

We have found one thing she does very well

She poops on our porch, I am here to tell

What gratitude for feeding her each day?

But, pooping there let’s me know she is okay.

If I ever meet her face to beak I will say

Hello Missy how are you doing today?

I will sing with you if you want me to.

But, I’m not nearly as good as you.



Robert Hewett Sr.

Part 2

A little homeless Mockingbird did arrive

We gave it food and water to keep it alive

It has grown up now sitting way up high

Singing its melodies for all nearby.

At first its voice was a little shaky,

Some notes sounded weak and softly quaky.

Now she sings like a Mockingbird should,

Loud and strong like I hoped she someday would.

Bob, Bob, White, it sounds just right

Cardinals, larks and others at night.

Early in the morning before sunrise,

I hear her singing, sounding real nice.

I have named this bird with a big heart

For a young fan of Nature from the start.

So, sing on Erin right here in the Sand Hills

Answer back Miss Erin where Badgers live..


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      rOBERT hEWETT SR. 4 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

      Noone is 100% successful at rescuing wild things. Thanks for trying to save the Blue Jay and for reading for me. Bob

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      Lois Ryan 4 years ago from Upstate NY originally from Long Island

      Nice poem. I remember a blue jay I tried to help, but it had a sad ending. Glad your mockingbirds made it

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      rOBERT hEWETT SR. 4 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky

      Thank y Aviannovice I am very pleased you liked my Mockingbird story.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      How sweet and endearing!