I hear you well into the evening.
I hear you well before dawn.
And why of all the thrushes
Are your eggs the purest blue?
Each May/June I share your angst
As spotted fledglings bravely plunge
Into an unforgiving world.
Then, wistfully, I watch while
You fly flawlessly into tomorrow.
VERSE and PHOTO by BARRYtheBIRDER
The photograph above has appeared in this blogspot on a previous occasion. It is one of my favourites and seemed to fit the occasion. Please comment if you wish.