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 )
