The Singing Blackbird

The blackbird sings his song,
As the dark clouds descend,

Such masterly music,
Words cannot express its sweetness,

While an angry dog barks,
And footballers shout in the distance,

The blackbird is happy to serenade us,
On the lonely apple tree,

Sweet pitches of delight,
An operatic scaling of song so sweet,

Oh the music of delight,
Natures singing bird,

Smallness is greatness,
Sweet singing bird,

Silence descends as he stops singing,
And the Symphony is no more.

Margaret Mara

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DARK WINTERS NIGHT

What a night,
The rain pelted the windows,
The sound heavier
As the hours progressed

MISTY MORNING

Misty, grey, November morning,
Everything still,
The sky is grey,
As the rain falls

THE HORSE

Has there ever been a more magnificent creature,
Such dignity and elegance,
And a sense of superiority,

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