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Mockingbird Morning

Feathers slicked down,
he trills and chirps
mourning dove’s song.
Her chicks raise their
heads from the nest.
He swoops,
stealing their food.
Mama is away.
I run out to chase him,
before he can do more harm—
I too, have been fooled by
charming words and songs
imitating real love.

~

Joan Leotta is a poet and performer. Her articles, poems, essays, and short stories have appeared in many publications, including our own Gnashing Teeth. On stage she presents folk and personal sotries of food, family and strong women. This fall she will debut a new one-woman show of Lousia May Alcott as a Civil War nurse.
Check out her blog, joanleottarecipes.com on wordpress

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