Blackbirds
Blackbird sits on a branch
Just outside my window.
He looks at me and swears
In a raucous voice
With no punctuation...
I know it's something supremely dirty --
Blackbirds have no manners..
And they always know
By the light behind my eyes
I'm mad for cats...
It's a good thing they can fly....
Copyright © Elizabeth Landon-Lane | Year Posted 2012
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