Blackbird

in Sunday best the whole week long
he skips and sings his sweetest song
a spirit lifting springtime praise
from dawn to dusk on golden days.

though nightingales may poems ply
and starling choirs raise the skies
no muse’d soul can be compared
nor evoke life’s joy as this blackbird.

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