Under a darkening sky of a December day
A male blackbird is singing in the twilight gray
The same song as his kin bird i often heard long ago
Long before time it did become my foe
From where i now live in distance far away
Often on evenings in April and May
Male blackbirds in the gray twilight did sing
The orange billed black feathered minstrels of Spring
The song of the blackbird takes me to a place far
That from here one could not drive to by car
Where i grew to love Nature as a young boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
In this beautiful place in distance far south
Of the fields of the rooks and waterways of the brown trout.
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