Blackbirds Poem by Alison Gaff

Even though the mornings dark
And a blackbird starts to sing
I can't see quite just where he is
But his song it has a ring

He sings his song so loud and proud
To waken up the dawn
His song is made of many parts
Makes me feel glad that I was born

His feathers are as black as night
With a bright beak and eye
But Mrs blackbird is dowdy brown
So she's harder to spy

They are related to the thrush
And have a similar diet
Frequent visitors to bird tables
You'll see them you stay still and quiet