RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A Blackbird - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Chirping, chattering, whining, yelling,
sitting up in a tree.
Seeing his black feathers amid the green
leaves of a tree.
Way up high so as not to be seen - his
voice carries - his presence is made
known by him.
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