Blackbird Poem by vince gullaci

Blackbird



The little blackbird
watches over me.
How do I know
it is he?
It is the nestling
from the elkhorn
covered tree.
The way he gamboled
in the garden spray
and danced with
the roses
throwing the garden mulch
every which way.

Friday, September 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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