Blackbird and I.

A bundle of ongoing melodious charm
is my blackbird.

Love-on-the-wing songster,
disarmingly piping his world into ecstasy,
every dawn to dusk.
Noteworthy
bird of large beak and eye, he must,
when tongue is unfurled,
pour out liquid gold,
with lyrical trilling that melts the soul.

Blackbird and I, at times, are seen
to vye with exchanges.
A bitty
performance by one, but not he,
as nothing
but he knows his song, once begun
I am caught
up and just listen, as he knows I ought.

sonetta
beautiful tribute to your songbird.....may the melody play on and on....

yelena
'Love-on-the-wing songster, disarmingly piping his world into ecstasy, every dawn to dusk..'A lovely way to describe that beautiful creature, Fay..Loved it very much.

Scarlett Angel
this is such a lovely write Fay I can hear the melody floating in through the door..

Karin Anderson
How wonderfully you describe this glorious blackbird with melodies that have warmed my heart. 'The liquid gold, lyrical trilling, love-on-the-wing songster' just such enchanting images Fay.

T A Ramesh
Listener of such a bird song only can know what you say much better!

kath
as delightful a description of the melodious blackbird as ever I have heard. This thrills with a trill of its' very own Fay! :) xxx

carol
fay i love birds trilling fantastic poem

Susan Jarvis
This poem is as smooth as the trill of the blackbird, and I just love the unfurled tongue pouring liquid gold. This sums up the song of the blackbird perfectly. :)

Sandra Martyres
Another wonderful write Fay...you extol the beauty and wonders of nature in this lovely piece on your interactions with a black bird...

Raj Arumugam
nature is marvelous and this poem is just wonderful in its quiet observation of an aspect of nature

wojja fink
I listened in awe last night to sweet warbles from yonder tree oh yes, did he please me, singing so contenedly.