The Mocking Bird

I can still hear the mocking bird. [Meniere’s removes the low pitched sounds, age the high.]

Each morning that I summon the courage to walk slowly up that slight rise in the road to where it crests at Star View Lane, I can hear the mocking bird with my tired right ear.  One can easily recognize other birds by their limited repertoire of songs, and while the mocking bird may occasionally repeat a phrase it finds interesting, it soon tires and begins a never ending, rarely repeating song … full of melodic and rhythmic invention unmatched by the best human composers.  It is then we know it is a mocking bird.  We must resort to violins, trumpets and tympani to enhance our performances!  But … to us the most evocative sound is still the human voice …. singing of life, love, lust or loss …