Blackbird.

There is that special time

When the veil of night is lifting

And a new dawn breaks

A cacophony of sound fills the air

As a blackbird sings to his lady

His dulcet tones bring a melodic reply

Broken for a second as a crow, caws

But the blackbird does an encore

A chorus of tiny birds join in

That special time when it is just me and them

No stress, no hurt, just simplicity

Ever thankful for this wonderful world.

© Jane Jackson (Rights reserved March 11th 2016)