Little
blackbird, in Spanish you’re a mirlo,
I hear you at
dawn when the mists lie low,
You are coal
black & not of rainbow plume,
Beak of sunshine
& eyes that greet the moon,
For sinning
hunter, you are no trophied prize,
Your pretty trilling,
the first heard every sunrise,
No human deems
you fit for locking in the cage,
Unlike the raptor,
in man you don´t evoke a rage,
You hop &
bob about your day, happy you are free,
You sing knowing
you’re not wanted, so they let you be.
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