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 And Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By Timmy Conway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet View all of Timmy Conway's posts.