Poem #18
The Blackbird and The Birdbath
"Why do you come
to splash with such fuss
at the birdbath each day
Mr Blackbird?" I asked.
"Why, to wash away the curse
that has turned my feathers black
as black as the darkest night!"
He replied.
Copyright © 2011 Kirsten Cliff
For the prompt used to write this poem, please go here.
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