The blackbird, red of wing flew
as my eyes heard its call:
And she would not return.
And she threatened with her claws.
She sang the song fierce.
She sang the song stabbing,
through her partner's skin.
And my eyes heard but the soul still
could not pull the blackbird back in.
How long did she sing; forever-
'til her red of wings were beat
Then back together blackbird came
to rest in my soul...
for now. -daw
Causes Denise White Supports
MN Public Radio