Blackbird's sings a sweetest song,
Of love life's futures intend;
In his tune you can hear him long,
Though it's mere flute in blend.
He has so many joys alive,
But sometimes he's distressed;
I eagerly wait for him to arrive,
And with all his tunes I'm blest.
Oh blackbird sings so adorable,
Of everything that he has found;
There is no tone in his tune dull,
I'm happy in having him around.
They say the lark has a clarion call,
And the nightingale a lyre of gold;
But he has colors from them all,
That astonishes me manifold...
Peter S. Quinn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blackbird-9/
