A blackbird on his nest of sorrow-
Wicked-looking , He winks again...
Birdie tells me there’s no tomorrow
Whenever my eyes meet his pain.
Berries and grapes on the wet floor
Feed him in the dark blue night
Twigs and sticks might hurt to the core
Yet his home makes him knight
Hidden in his cup-shaped nest
Black creature won’t Flock with me
And although it may look like incest
Only hers he shall be.
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