The little blackbird is dead
No longer will I wake to the
cheerful song she sang
each morning from
the old oak tree outside
my bedroom window
Oh, but she held a
masterful voice and
a steady tune,
one I counted on
to start my day
I take comfort
in the thought that
her soothing sounds
will live on in
my broken heart
photo: Flickr
prompt: #aprpad – day 18, #napowrimo – day 18
Birds are beautiful music..
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Perfect song and one of my favorites. I love that you always share something with me. Thank you!
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Always my pleasure Michele
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🙂
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