Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird I A blackbird perched upon the wire, Its wings spread wide, a flame of fire. It looks beyond the world in flight, Into the darkened heart of night. II The blackbird sings, a mournful sound, Its notes reverberate, echoing around. In the silence of the early dawn, It calls to the world, to the breaking morn. III The shadows stretch across the ground, The blackbird watches without a sound. In the quiet, it stands still, A sentinel against the world’s will. IV A flash of black against the sky, A solitary figure soaring high. It rides the wind, the unseen force, Guided by instinct, free by course. V The blackbird rests upon the earth, Its golden eyes searching for worth. In the underbrush, it finds its peace, A quiet world where troubles cease. VI It dances through the morning rain, Its feathers slick, yet not in vain. The droplets fall, the world is still, The blackbird's song, a balm, a thrill. VII In the evenin...