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#FebruaryFun 21

The Blackbird.
The wind is the beat
of the blackbird’s wing,
his golden beak the sun.
The twinkle in his eyes
are the moon and stars,
his song trills out his love.
He nods his head to listen
to our memories of those
who fly with him in freedom
but never leave our hearts.
Elaine Morris (c) 2016

Comments on: "#FebruaryFun 21" (6)

  1. Thanks Christopher and Ian

  2. Thanks for calling in to read Barbara

  3. Thanks for reading Polly. It was for my cousin who sadly passed away 2 years ago after an extremely short battle with cancer.

  4. Lovely. We get some here that are called Red-wing blackbirds.

  5. They are quite territorial here. But sing last thing at night and early morning, sometimes before dawn. Giving the impression they know what the day holds then bidding us goodnight.

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