blackbird with his
robin blue smile
perched on the eave
of a house no
longer a home
his gluttonous grin
is the bow
in the roof line
as the sky gleams
off the ocean depths
found in his feathers
his call
the chill of night
dancing in his
malicious stare
as he writes out
his devious deeds
in the air with his beak
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