To kill a mocking
A sin against the sweetness of love
By Marie381Uk Published 12 months ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025
To kill a mocking bird
The mockingbird died
Preditors in the blue sky
All life disappears
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!
Sad and thought-provoking.
A sad haiku, but very meaningful. Well done, that reminds me that I never read to kill a mockingbird, so I guess I will now. Thank you for the reminder and the haiku. Well Done!!!