Dean Bottomley - A Blackbird

I listened to him for over an hour:
Chest out, head up, singing his soul’s feelings.
To who? Nobody listened, Nobody responded
But I did.

His notes wrapped around me.
His trills lifted me skyward
His rhythm caught my mood.
I was spellbound.

No applause for his efforts.
No echoing song to give him encouragement
But still he sang, undaunted. Sing on Blackbird
She will respond

Dean Bottomley

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