One million satin blackbirds
With caps of Prussian blue
Float about the neighborhood
On breezes swirling through.
They soar like airplanes far above
Cast shadows all around.
The graceful fleet wheels far on high
Then lights upon the ground.
They chatter like coarse fishwives,
They comment on the breeze,
But then a sudden noise is heard--
And they are in the trees!
But one brave bird wings softly down
To try his chance with fate.
The early bird will catch the worm--
He'd rather not be late.
But then his comrade spies him there
And with a clamor of cries
The blackbirds drop like snowflakes dark
They rain down from the skies.
I creep up to the window
To hear the blackbirds' sound--
Of chattered conversation,
Pecking and pattering all around.
I can't resist any longer!
I tap on the windowpane--
Like a cloud of smoke the birds arise
To roost in the trees again.
God made this flock of sable birds,
He knows each one, it's true,
One million satin blackbirds
With caps of Prussian blue.
3 comments:
I was fascinated with those blackbirds too. The other day I took a video of them flying from one neighbor to the next. I like your poem.
Wow, Julia, what a great poem! A million satin blackbirds...mmmm. Sounds deicious. When I started reading the poem, I thought, wow, she found a poem somewhere that just describes the scene I've been seeing pretty often around here! But it makes more sense that you WROTE it :)
love you...Cassie
I did write it the other day. =) I haven't been poemcrafting often enough lately.
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