I listened to a blackbird singing


 

I listened to a blackbird singing

   The song perfected

    By a million rehearsals

    Bringing it to flame on this April day

I watched a hawk fluttering its wings

Standing in mid air

    Casting a beady eye

On our Blackbird

    Then in a spitfire dash

Quenched the song

Robbed our inheritance

This poem celebrates the singing of a blackbird who was crushed by a Hawk in the middle of