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)