A blackbird sings


  • A blackbirds sings

     His song perfected

     after a million rehearsals

     Brought to flame on this April day


     A hawk that stood on air

     Cast a beady eye

     And robbed our inheritance


Categorized as Poems

By Timmy Conway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet

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