Infos zum Thema harris

Mockingbird // I can hear him, / now, even in darkness, / a trickster under the moon, / bristling his feathers, / sounding as merry / as a man whistling in a straw hat, / or a squeaky gate / to the playground, left ajar / or the jingling of a star, / having wandered too far / from the pasture. (by Judith Harris)