Blackbird Goodbye

 

The blackbird has visited
four times this past year,
singing goodbye songs 
to those I have loved.

Too many visits for any one year

Now he approaches you,
hovers close, waits,
wings spread, offering freedom,
as he seduces, a gleam 
in his eyes.

I shall build a perch
deep in the pines.
Cool breezes, fresh 
worms to eat,
streams for long baths.

I'm a good seductress, myself.

Perhaps his interest will waver.
Maybe he'll forget, burrow
deep into his nest,
and dozens of springs will pass
before he approaches again.


Pris Campbell
(c)2002

Accepted for publication in
Blackmail Press, Winter 2003

Music: Angels Among Us

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