Poem with questions

When we had air-rifles,

Atticus said

it is a sin to kill a mocking bird.

Did not know what they can do.

Only a kind of bird singing all day long .

Obey it,

as father said .

But still don’t know why.

Asked Miss Maudie

she told me that

what my dad said is right

 a mocking bird did nothing

but sing their hearts

out for us.

Oh,

I still don’t know why!