Hello Mr Blackbird,
Black, sharp and sheen,
Your entertaining walk,
As you skip across the green,
Pecking at bread and leaves,
Then you fly off,
Off into the tree’s,
Leaving nothing but a gentle breeze!
She spoke but no one heard, every scream seemed a whisper, and so she took pen to paper…
Hello Mr Blackbird,
Black, sharp and sheen,
Your entertaining walk,
As you skip across the green,
Pecking at bread and leaves,
Then you fly off,
Off into the tree’s,
Leaving nothing but a gentle breeze!