A Blackbird fell
Have you ever wondered
what happens to the birds?
sparrows entertain us town folk
rewarding us for gardens treats
the seeds and nuts we deem delicious
dangling from pretend trees
a thrush will mine a snail
from its private caravan
but no bird seems to eat a slug
or prehistoric chuggy pig
daring robins flits beside us
hoping we’ll expose a worm or two
as we dig weeds and turn our soil
they love to splash en masse
in a plant pot saucer spa
but what happens at the end of the day?
perhaps our trees are secret cemeteries
with little niches full of tiny corpses in decay
have you ever wondered what happens to the birds
a blackbird fell at my feet today.
Lucid Gypsy 
Lovely and very touching poem, Gilly. Poor blackbird. 😢
Thanks Sylvia, I hope you’re well, I’m not here very much at the mo.
Love your poem and yes, it does make one wonder, where they all disappear to.
Oh, sad, Gilly….
Aawh Just awh! you really touched me. Clever good poetry but had the ‘aawh’ factor x
I haven’t, but I will now 😦 😦 Hugs, darlin!
Such a lovely poem Gilly, and yes why don’t birds eat the slugs and the chuggy pigs? I have plenty of both in my garden! Sad about the blackbird. I found two sparrows last week. Not a mark on them, but I suspect they were fledglings that fell foul to the neighbour’s cat.