A blackbird rises from the side of the road
I take its flight as a signal
What it could be, I do not know
Maybe a call to slow down
It is morning, and I’m driving east
The sun is bright and hard on my eyes
Music is playing, and I feel relaxed
Two deer dart out of the woods
They scamper across the road
I narrowly miss hitting them
Thankful is putting it mildly
I remember the Blackbird
Nature can be very enchanting
If only we give it a chance
Take time to smell the roses
This old saying comes to mind
Everything and everyone are connected
We don’t always understand
But the blackbird connected today
An event that I would call grand
Stanski
April 7, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 