Ode to Morning

There's a mockingbird in our front yard this morning with a huge vocabulary. I wished I could just stay outside and listen to him sing. He was sitting on a top tiny branch of the tree and every minute or so he would flutter up in the air as if he was so excited with what he was saying that he just couldn't stay on the branch. Here's a site that plays a short mockingbird song (select the 8K file) -- too bad they couldn't have recorded our bird.