Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Blackbird


Chirping, chattering, whining, yelling,
sitting up in a tree.

Seeing his black feathers amid the green
leaves of a tree.

Way up high so as not to be seen - his
voice carries - his presence is made
known by him.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Edited: Saturday, August 30, 2014

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  • Elias Uddin (5/30/2014 1:27:00 AM)

    Way up high so as not to be seen - his
    voice carries - his presence is made
    known by him.

    Reading Shawiak is always interesting, entertaining, ......... (Report) Reply

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