a piece of a poem from my bird poems book.

Now, in the moonlight, he sits here and sings.
A thrush is singing, then a thrasher, then a jay -
Then, all at once, a cat begins meaowing.
A mockingbird can sound like anything.
He imitates the world he drove away
So well that for a minute, in the moonlight,
Which one's the mockingbird? which one's the world?

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how amazing is that? i loveee it

actually maybe you need to read the whole poem. thats just the last bit. but i love it all the same :)