Blackbird Morning

This morning

There is a dissimulation

Of blackbirds in the garden

Stabbing at the frozen soil

With yellow beaks

Flashing promises of spring

As they flutter and descend

Flap and fall

In a rustle of desiccated leaves

Eyed by

A single magpie

From the green needles

Of the fir tree

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

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