Ever so gently approaching
swinging wing by wing,
ready to feast black bird,
humming herself by a glide.

Suddenly caught in high winds,
unable to land by far,
swoop away from grazing
poor black bird sent away.

Food lays curdled sinking beneath,
Fast coming in dives blackbird,
looking for a feast which has gone away,
left hungry sad and frozen.

Barely able to stand,
feet sinking down down down
fly away black bird fly away,
on the ground she lies poor soul.