Blackbird Symphony

Image: Pete Wilkins

 

High upon the tallest tree
The blackbird greets the day
Sending out his joyous song
As round him branches sway
A symphony of limpid sound
Pure beauty in each note
Serenades the empty streets
Pours forth from out his throat
From far across the cricket pitch
There comes an answering call
Two rivals in a singing match
That holds the world in thrall.