I listen to a Blackbird

I listen to a Blackbird

in our May evening garden

among the Apple Blossom

reciting his mantra

it is a lullaby of sweetness

singing to his neighbours

as they listened

answering down to the fields

it is a tune heard by all

Who stop and  listen

To his call


Categorized as Poems

By timmyconway


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