Hid beneath the Weeping Willows on dreadfully slow Summer afternoons  . Mockingbird lays beside a forgotten son , recites a tune of love lost in the midday rush .. Mimicked , took a bow , caught the wind and vanished , the guardian Angel I'd come to know left me unprotected and alone ..
I was a soldier of '69 , running through Vietnam with a stick , Hercules at the bend in the creek , afraid to speak for fear of the strap , praying for invisibility while crying myself to sleep , repressing tears at supper to prevent a beating ..
Precious , selfish mockingbird , we meet again tonight , how could you leave a friend to fend for himself like that ?