Oh! The love of a Blackbird.
I gave him some food,
He visits now, as the sun is rising,
Along with the morning dew.

He flutters at the window.
He flutters at the door,
Stands on the conservatory steps,
And waits patiently for more.

The kitchen door was left ajar,
He fluttered near me, my eyes open wide,
Our dear little blackbird,
With his head cocked on one side.

From a small bag I gathered some fruit,
Offering it now from my hand.
Boldly he hopped forward,
Pecked it, and flew off to his Gang.

In the cool of the evening air,
Sweet notes came floating by,
A song of thanks for feeding him,
Such purity brings a tear to the eye.