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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love your bird poems! Delightful. It's plain to see that birds are very dear to your heart.