Blackbird, blackbird beak of yellow
Plumage shines like jet
Singing mornings saying hello
Have I not fed you yet?
Blackbird, blackbird gone out dating
Strutting round your mate
She seems shy, or is she waiting
On my garden gate
Blackbird, blackbird there’s another
You know that can’t be right
Watch or he’ll make her a mother
Now you’ll have to fight
Blackbird, blackbird you’re the victor
You’ve chased off all the rest
She seems keen for life beginnings
So hurry now and find your nest
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely nature poem, so well presented. Brings the poor old blackbird to the fore and opens up his lifestyle beautifully. They are fascinating to watch. enjoyed. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX