Dear Baby Blackbird

Dear Baby Blackbird,
I’ve watched you start to grow.
A crown of feathers you’re lacking:
A wound you shamelessly show.

You hop around the garden,
Dancing, to-and-fro.
You stand atop the windfalls,
And I wonder: do you know?

Little Baby Blackbird,
I’ve seen you forage and hunt.
A feat so long and tiring,
A task you must Confront.

You sing a carefree tune,
Mimicking with delight.
A song so sweet and simple,
It propels our hearts to flight.

Little Baby Blackbird,
Your feathers have begun to show.
You wash them in the water,
And let the old ones go.

You jump into the hawthorn,
A perch, to watch and wait.
Protected from the Darkness,
The fear: you must abate.

Dear Baby Blackbird,
My Friend: I miss you dearly.
I wish I saw you fly away,
A thought: I see so clearly.

I wander around the garden,
Walking, to-and-fro.
I look upon the windfalls,
And I wonder: where did you go?

Copyright © R. A. Scott

Image Source: Daniil Komov