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Place is new to us, A foreclosure. The mocker puts Our house in order. * Home’s a trailer, Car’s on blocks. The mockingbird Never mocks. * Our house a shotgun shack Yet the mockingbird sneaks back To sing, among The bric-a-brac, His quilted song. * The chimney smokes until We’ve burnt every stick. On the soot-blackened lip The mockingbird Rehearses, sotto voce. * Our cabin skeletal; joists, shakes Sweating from the saw. Yet To this stumped lot a Mockingbird, Confederate Gray, comes bearing Flags of truce—or surrender.