I listen to a blackbird Perched high on a branch Casting petals of music Into evening prayer So beautiful It stopped me in my standing The tune perfected by a million rehearsals Framing the Golden Daffodil All is clear and beautiful As a hawk takes to the sky Swifting upwards Standing in mid air… Continue reading I LISTEN TO A BLACKBIRD

THE MORNING A blossom falls Into the Liffey A reed tingles into dance Serenades a cooing pigeon Raindrops from a leaf Cause a stir A fleeting Kingfisher Fills the water with blue And a blackbird talks to me This is my morning The beginning of my day    

A blackbird With a maggot Dangling in his beak Landed on my path The bird dropped the maggot Dived into the hedge Leaving desperate screeches Behind.

BLACKBIRD CLEANING ITS BEAK AFTER BREAKFAST