listening to the rain and reading To Kill a Mockingbird I found you on page 119, of the sacred tome the only sin, to slay the fine fowl called mockingbird--why blue jays were fair game remains mystery to me, but I trust thee, Ms Lee, to have writ the grand truth though when I look to the skies, or in the flush of leaves in my oak, I find only mourning dove, robins and a plain sparrow or two, all hiding in the soft rain, and from sinners who would not heed my words no matter how earnestly implored stay behind the branches, do not move a feather, words cannot protect you; when the rains stop, those with sharp eye and cold heart will rob you of flight and light and then I awake, to a bright sun, to realize there has been no rain and the slaughter has continued all along (thank you, Harper Lee, for writing To Kill a Mockingbird)
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 20:53:29 +0000
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