The Common Starling

I understood your call today,
It was an imitation of life.
Even the chorus was not your own,
Just another stanza of defence,
A flawless instrumental, coded without contest.
But I don’t blame, I don’t accuse,
It’s not your fault you were born to lose…

Your gift of mimicry so dear
When existence predicates entirely on fear,
None of it your own,
A universal inheritance
From friend to foe.
But I don’t blame, I don’t accuse,
It’s not your fault you were born to lose…

The only songs in your repertoire
Are renditions of resemblance.
The rest a prized secret
What matters most is artifice, a self-protective version
Through that peculiar power of suggestion.
But I don’t blame, I don’t accuse
It’s not your fault you were born to lose…

The trickery of appearance
Is an age-old competition,
A survival strategy modelled on blatant plagiarism,
Valued solely through the complexity of camouflage            To make just that right impression and be left in company… Alone.
But I don’t blame, I don’t accuse
It’s not your fault you were born to lose…

So you prevent damage and death to the lost nest,
Keeping the signature of the common starling secret.
Something performed out of necessity
When nothing more could be sung in society,
Except the ones already hummed.
But I don’t blame, I don’t accuse,
It’s not your fault you were born to lose…

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