It was beautifully familiar.
A melodious trill bouncing
from treetop to bush
but no bird could be seen
until deep in a bush
red and gold slash on black
hopped into view.
As closer I edged
the trill changed in tone
~ ‘chuk-chuk-chuk’ ~
the tree-top grew silent.
Photos secured,
I edged back on the grass.
Trills resumed back and forth
I turned to continue
my walk to dried rustling cattails ~ where perched
a lone blackbird throating melodious trills high in the air.
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“Morning has broken
Like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.”
~ Eleanor Farjeon, Morning Has Broken (first published in 1931; performed by Cat Stevens 1971)
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