The blackbird,
with its yellow beak,
chirps a cheerful tune
on Sunday morning;
with anticipation,
it cocks its head to one side
and eyes up the bread
in my hand.
BLACKBIRD
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
The blackbird,
with its yellow beak,
chirps a cheerful tune
on Sunday morning;
with anticipation,
it cocks its head to one side
and eyes up the bread
in my hand.