A blackbird with her golden beak

into the earth a worm did seek

flying back onto her nest

a morsel to her young digest.

A brood of hungry chicks to feed

fighting for their prey

little beaks wide open

to live another day.

For all the joys of nature

It’s simple, sweetest sound blackbirds in the morning

birdsong all around.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )