Blackbird

dear blackbird
on the Green
what I’ve heard
what I’ve seen

breakfast sandwich
that you stole
with beaked stitch
and eaten hole

your feathers loose
january
eyes and puce
tongue you carry

they all watch me
as if to say
“this was my fee
now go away”

but my approach
still gives you fear
and I encroach
you disappear

you make no sound
you turn not back
and for the ground
feathered black

Unpublished Material, ©2011 by Cali Digre