When Blackbird Sings Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

Awoken by the morning light,
It's time to start my day,
The birds are singing happily,
The sky a shade of grey,
I'm sitting near my window,
The birds are in the tree,
I watch them flying back and fo,
As happy as can be,
Then I see the Blackbird,
Sitting all alone,
He's waiting for that special mate,
For now, he's on his own,
Soon he will be building,
A special nest to share,
For now he waits,
He's singing,
Sweet song of love, right there.

Jayne Louise Davies