Blackbird Squawking

A blackbird in the tree
That I could not see
Screaming squawking
His own way of talking

His mate on the grass below
Telling him of what she’d found
Her wings spread wide
As she sat on the ground

He’s hiding in the branches
Failing to preserve his pride
She’s squawking and
spreading her black wings wide

A show of her aggression
She splays her feathers
A display of dominance
Against his transgressions

He watches her closely
Squawking intermittently
Listening and feeling unease
At her angry pleas

A blackbird in the tree
His face I cannot see
Squawking, screaming
Blackbird in the tree


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