The Blackbird

A blackbird turned his eye on me

and stopped me where I stood.

He said that he would tell his tale

if only, if he could.

He would sing me songs of far away

and of the open sky.

But he turned his back and took to wing

and left me with a sigh.

Now I sit and think all day

about that blackbird’s eye.

And how much better life would be

if I too could fly.