My Blackbird Poem by vince gullaci

My Blackbird



The birds are chirping
but it's not my blackbird
I know in my heart
he is in heaven
slain by the jealous hand of his friend.

Vince Gullaci
The best free form contemporary poet in Australia.

Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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