A Morning Symphony

Written By: Mary Jane Andrews

I must stop and listen,
My private symphony,
For just outside my window,
A mockingbird, in the tree.

I try to catch the melody
But he quickly changes beat,
A bar of trills and then a flute,
An aria so sweet.

Oh, clever, clever winged one,
How did you get so blessed?
A quilt of glorious music
Comes from your feathered breast.