the blackbird sang
then tumbled into the holly
he was bird alone today
the sound of a road that spoke cars

he prised open his beak
then gurgled up the horizon
he was bird alone today
as he sank into the holly

but I kept him alive
gave his day meaning
by taking home his song
that had opened up my neglect

By Gareth Culshaw

blackbird singing in a tree

Gareth lives in North Wales. He loves the outdoors especially Snowdonia. He is published in various magazines across the U.K. Visit his website here.

Photo of European Blackbird singing by Sander Meertins

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