this blackbird is the loudest blackbird in the province of north-holland, perhaps in the entire country. he is my bane and my conscience and my alarm clock all feathered into one.
he sits in the eaves outside my open window and trills me into awareness, he sings me through my shower, and then perches patiently atop a tree, piping, until i flash my pass at the bus driver, and set off to the station.
after that, he flies off - duty done - into the quiet morning, where he can tuck his beak under his wing and sleep: he will need all his wits and energy to warble me awake at the break of tomorrow's dawn.
when you think of a guardian angel, you don't expect something like a blackbird ... this sounds familiar for some reason ;-)
ReplyDeleteHe must be a fast flyer, I'm sure he was singing down here this morning.
ReplyDeletei almost can hear him here in the park before my office window!
ReplyDelete"So lives the sacred purple bird..."
ReplyDeletesuppose you know this song lynn
ReplyDeleteit was one of my favourites when i was about sixteen
Blackbird
(John Lennon/Paul McCartney)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Black-bird, fly.
Black-bird, fly...
Into the light of a dark, black night
wish i could sing my version for you!