Our third president owned

a pet mockingbird named Dick.

Let’s not mention what else

he owned. Dick dug Monticello,

that big white layer cake.

He’d click and chatter. He’d mimic

the field slaves’ hosannahs

until he’d almost faint, wobbling

on his perch like a double

fistful of dirty cotton.

By Jefferson Carter

From: United States

Website: https://jeffersoncarterverse.com