Little Blackbird



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


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