The blackbird piping at the gates of dawn <br />does only what his instinct bids him to. <br /> Announces to the world the day is new. <br /> it was for this that he was born. <br />His melodies composed to greet the morn, <br /> he whistles first a stave or two <br /> and then he sings his morning hymn anew <br />His fluid notes on morning breezes borne <br /> to those of us who rise before the sun <br />His never failing morning paean of praise <br /> to he who created everything <br />The darkling shadows of the night are gone. <br />The sun gives light to all with warming rays <br />What better reason could he have to sing? <br /> <br />5-Oct-07<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aubade-07-for-m-lady-jenna/
