the mocking bird is not impressed
Was singing last night — very loud — right outside the balcony windows. I have never actually gone to see the mocking bird before but I went over and opened the blinds and the balcony door and there we were face to face. Me and the mockingbird.
I said, Hello.
The mockingbird just stared, appalled. Apparently I was not the vision he had imagined behind those lighted blinds all the nights he had sung to the balcony windows.
He flew away.