I WENT OUT INTO THE MORNING I went out into the morning To breath in the blackbird I did not stop Nor did I listen To a Grey Crow scalding the woods I took my foot into a quick step Least its menace would upset my fragile mind I hurried to a place where the Blackbird sings There I stood Inhaling his gentle call. Share this: poemPrintMoreTwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... By timmyconway By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poetry View all of timmyconway's posts.