Blackbird
Blackbird, his morning song …
Blackbird atop Telegraph Pole
The blackbird is my favourite. He’s bright and breezy, he fixes you with his beady, orange-rimmed eyes and he announces the morning like no other. I have a friendly regular blackbird visitor who makes my day. If I don’t see him soon after breakfast then I worry what’s become of him. So far, he’s been there without fail. There to do his job, to follow his instincts, but also to make my day. Here is my homage to ‘my’ personal blackbird!
Blackbird
From vantage point, his morning song
out on the wire, loud and long,
shouting his joy of a brand new day,
claiming his territory, determined to stay.
I talk to him ‘most every day;
exchanging notes of news in turn.
He tilts his head, bright-eyed, to say,
‘Does she want to talk and learn?’
I know which branch he prefers the most,
I know where he stands to raise a toast
to all he loves, notes of joy in the sun,
his heart is full ’til day is run.
His family hatched and shouting for food,
though just able to search if they try.
So loyal and proud, he shows his new brood
choicest tit-bits, if they dare to fly.
Eventide comes, he takes to the wire
once more to lay claim to his home.
His song reaches far, his heart is on fire,
as his zest for life strengthens my own.
AFC 6/2022
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I love this poem, Ann. Bird songs in the morning always cheers me up and makes me realize we, too, should greet each day with a song of joy. Well done.
Thank you Phyllis. I love watching the birds and we have plenty in the trees and shrubbery here. It’s such a joy to hear them but blackbird is my favourite.
I once heard a song thrush and that was truly magical.
I hope you’re keeping well and enjoying the beginning of summer.
Wow Ann I really enjoyed this poem. It shows the songbird in a new light. It shows that providing, nurturing side. Something as a parent I can really appreciate. Excellent work
Thank you, Paul. Glad you enjoyed this. They work so hard, all the birds, it’s no wonder their lives are so short.
I appreciate your visit.
Beautiful poem Ann. There are some birds that I consider my favorites on my walks. They seem to be around often. I wonder if they are fond of us also? Jamie
Thanks, Jamie. Yes, I wonder! I think they appreciate us when they get used to us and seem to develop trust, so maybe they tolerate us at least…!
Good to see you.
Ann
A lovely poetic tribute to your favourite blackbird, Ann. When I lived on my 40 acre property I had regular birds who would visit each day..magpies and butcher birds mainly, but here in town they aren’t so regular other than a peewee and willy wagtail when I mow the yard..looking for bugs disturbed as I pass. Nice work.
Thanks John. Good to see you. Our blackbirds rummage through leaves, seeming to chuck them away over their shoulders as they search for grubs – it always brings a smile when0l they’re doing their bit of gardening!
Ann