Blackbird's sings a sweetest song, <br />Of love life's futures intend; <br />In his tune you can hear him long, <br />Though it's mere flute in blend. <br />He has so many joys alive, <br />But sometimes he's distressed; <br />I eagerly wait for him to arrive, <br />And with all his tunes I'm blest. <br /> <br />Oh blackbird sings so adorable, <br />Of everything that he has found; <br />There is no tone in his tune dull, <br />I'm happy in having him around. <br />They say the lark has a clarion call, <br />And the nightingale a lyre of gold; <br />But he has colors from them all, <br />That astonishes me manifold...<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blackbird-9/
