For many a year
A blackbird
Has a residence here.
Each evening
He proclaims his space.
Now in this autumn dusk
He clatters on
Hidden in the sycamore
His lady wife has gone
His fledglings flown
May he long remain
In this my garden:
A contested reign.
JL Oct 8 2011
Something simple to start the week.
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