You did not tell me blackbird
did you want to surprise me
knowing I would be pleased?
and that I am, so very much.
I have children of my own
and so have they, into
the future we all shall go
our genes and seed until
eternity shall end.
So many years.....
ivy now on the roof
black fruits to eat and shelter;
nest deep within the scramble.
The gable for your pulpit,
where you sing, but do not preach,
I hear you in the morning light
before the sun awakes
and the moon still shines.
There are apples on the lawn,
worms aplenty, now the rain has come.
Bring out your brood tomorrow
the dog will not disturb,
Sleep tonight in the ivy's mantle
heavy with ripening fruit,
and veils of spiders' webs
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