Blackbird
The little blackbird
watches over me.
How do I know
it is he?
It is the nestling
from the elkhorn
covered tree.
The way he gamboled
in the garden spray
and danced
with the roses
throwing the mulch
every which way.
Copyright © Vince Gullaci | Year Posted 2016
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