Dear Calpurnia Mockingbird, was it you I lately heard, singing in the night.
You sang so soft, so sweet and low-yet to the high c's you could go. and all below. You sang as in a dream, dark as chocolate- smooth as cream.
A wordless song-yet full of love.
What star gave you birth to sing-to sing your song to men on earth,
dispelling all complacency, and false worth.
Humbled now I will review and try to hone my skills anew.