Voice of clear
melodious dalliance
comes trilling
this morning
from the throat
of blackbird's passing.
What distant
past ears ever heard
any better
composed medley
of unceasing ******
than from this ***** bird.
Filtering Spring
through bare boughs
as though now
was his own moment
the ****** rises as
loud crescendo bursts out.
Facing another
sun-full day the sound
wrings poetry from
feathered insistence and
cloudless his hope
of a mate being found.
Flying away
to some higher ground
he leaves me
feeling the song made
clear that "maleness"
would bring her around.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
Voice of clear
melodious dalliance
comes trilling
this morning
from the throat
of blackbird's passing.
What distant
past ears ever heard
any better
composed medley
of unceasing ******
than from this ***** bird.
Filtering Spring
through bare boughs
as though now
was his own moment
the ****** rises as
loud crescendo bursts out.
Facing another
sun-full day the sound
wrings poetry from
feathered insistence and
cloudless his hope
of a mate being found.
Flying away
to some higher ground
he leaves me
feeling the song made
clear that "maleness"
would bring her around.
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