A femail blackbird came into my garden to find a bite to eat
a worm or a slug, she was not fussy to her it was a treat;
as we sat an ate our chicken pieces she flew down at our feet.
The weather was hot so the garden was the best place to eat
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A dear little tale about you and the mother blackbird. Feathered friends make wonderful companions, wild or tame. Love this. Allie xxxxxx
How delighful to make friends with a blackbird! There is a certain serenity about this poem that is very appealing. Lovely story, Sylvia. Love, Sandra
like the poem very much...I rate it 10 Plz read my poem Freedom and leave a comment