• Alas, in the moment of the darkest hour
    The time where the stars seem as small as they're ever
    A creature of wild, enclothed in feathers of mist
    Prepares for its song of sweet glory and bliss.

    Under the moon, as full as a river
    Come hither the music
    Of one single member

    And then, as the sun breaks out of its nest
    So do the dawn chorus, once timid but ready to stiffen
    Their backs,
    Embracing the triumpant valiance
    Of their leader, the mockingbird.

    The robin and the cardinal emerge from the fog
    Join in their voices with the master of song
    Soon even the jay and the chickadee are drawn into the fresh morning crisp
    Their hearts swelling with pride, never to fade to a wisp.

    And yet, slience stalks the cannon of flame
    As the perches below sit deserted, no one to blame
    But the mockingbird, in its nature flicks its wings out for a flight
    Ready for another solo in the moonlight