I went into the morning

To breed in the blackbird

I did not stop

Nor did I listen

To a great crawl scalding the woods

I took my foot into a quick step

Least it’s menace would upset my fragile mind

I hurried to a place where the Blackbird sings

There I stood inhaling his gentle call

Its melody of melodies

Always protecting me

Categorized as Poems

By timmyconway

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

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