Redwinged Blackbird

Blackbird

Redwinged Blackbird
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I hear a Redwinged Blackbird’s cry,
And watch it sail through the tall grass.
It stops to watch the world go by.
Lets out a sharp scree as I pass.
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It likes to sit upon a reed,
Then takes wing with its colors shown.
I marvel at its agile speed,
And markings that are its alone
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