Chirping, chattering, whining, yelling, <br />sitting up in a tree. <br /> <br />Seeing his black feathers amid the green <br />leaves of a tree. <br /> <br />Way up high so as not to be seen - his <br />voice carries - his presence is made <br />known by him.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blackbird-3/
