There were three mockingbirds flying from tree to tree and from post to post in the neighborhood on the Spring-Ahead morning. I got out my audio recorder but they flew on before I got much. Then we went out for a walk with The Dog, and on the way back encountered another mockingbird setting up a determined racket along the old Santa Fe right-of-way. I say "racket," but there are few bird sounds (I hesitate to say "songs") I enjoy more, especially when you're watching one of these birds jumping straight up and down atop a telephone pole or TV antenna (yes, there are still some of those around). The northern mockingbird is Mimus polyglottos; that is perfect -- a polyglot mimic.
A few years ago, Kate discovered a poem, "Thus Spake the Mockingbird," by Barbara Hamby (worth checking out that link). It captures the energy and life-force in the mockingbird's song. It ends:
… Open your windows, slip on your castanets. I am the flamencoin the heel of desire. I am the dancer. I am the choir. Hear my wildthroat crowd the exploding sky. O I can make a noise.