Blackbird Pecking in the Snow
(I started this poem while in college years ago after observing a lone blackbird from my dormitory window pecking in the snow. I thought about it today and decided to finish it)
What worry, Blackbird, troubles you on this icy windswept night?
Were you deserted by your friends?
Or have you wandered off alone on your migratory flight?
Of this fact you need to know.
In the world of man
Some friends come and some friends go.
But in bird life I’m not so sure
I mostly see you flocked together.
Have you found the cure
For icy wind and weather?
So what worry troubles man that he stays up half the night?
Deserted by his friends
And wandering alone in this earth’s transitory flight?
Of these facts man needs to know.
He is valued more than birds
Pecking in the snow
And in this troubled life this truth is sure.
Though we dwell alone and apart from one another
There is One whose heart is pure.
Who sticks closer than a brother!
By Hal Mitchell,
The Bard of Hearthstone Hills