The
Black
Bird
Stalks
The
Yard
Collecting
This
And
That
Shard,
To
Carry
To
His
Realm
High
Up
In
The
Elm,
Doing
His
Best
To
Build
This
Years
Nest.
He
Lives
In
A
Hole
In
The
Tree
Where
A
Branch
Used
To
Be
And
Comes
Back
Every
Spring
To
Sing
His
Mimic
Song
All
Day
Long,
Pretending
To
Be
An
Exotic
Creature
I can’t
See,
Living
In
Splendor
Above
Me.