The mocking tweet

The Mockingbird, your name says it all

I do not see you in winter after the fall

Come spring you are back on that chimney wall

It seems as though you are making a roll call

Who is missing or who is lost, is what you mean by your roll call

You have many stories to tell, will you of yonder mull

I know you did meet someone on that native stroll

Will you ever tell me those without a mocking call

If I knew where you have been to a distant home sty

I would have made it, even if you changed your surprise

I have no wings nor note to play as you blow air of melody

I wish I knew the meaning of all, to tell me the truth if at all

You try to troll the ambulance call or even the police ruffle by

I just do not know how you make that call to tell your buddy

It is time to leave before the chill of that winter, the piece of sky

Falling all over again for me to zoom into that distant sky.