Blackbird

A blackbird hidden
Among the high branches
Whittles a song
With the tool
Of its tongue
And sculpts
The undisciplined air
To the fine art
Of a tune,
Whistled and warbled
And finally returned
By the breath
Conveying the voice,
Beautifully transformed.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2016

2 thoughts on “Blackbird

  1. Lovely. I love to listen to the blackbird’s song. In my garden it is always from the highest branch of the tallest tree!

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