Blackbird
This blackbird flies straight through the cloud.
By weather he will not be cowed.
In rain or in snow,
And when chill winds blow,
This blackbird remains quite unbowed.
Limerick © by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Cloud”
Posted on February 27, 2019, in light verse, limerick, Midweek Motif, Poets United and tagged limerick. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.
Magical Mystical Teacher 
Black birds have not been deterred here either. They have returned to their summer nesting territories.
I love this blackbird 🙂
I would love to be this blackbird.
I must repeat what others have said: I’d like to such a blackbird who doesn’t let clouds of life dampen his goals or mood. Sadly, I’m not.
I LOVE a poem with blackbirds in it…..we have many of them here – both crows and ravens………..
Very clover Love it No the birds know how to deal with the weather
Love the rhyme in this, and love blackbirds. Lovely!!
Everyone likes blackbirds because they are usually so friendly to us. One decided to build a nest in a back garden bush quite low to the ground. This worried me as we had no pets at the time and the next door cat would occasionally look over the fence. So the blackbird lost its first batch of eggs to the cat and chose a to nest high in a tree next time. She was never so friendly after that.
A tale of wisdom coming through experience!
On Wed, Feb 27, 2019 at 2:13 PM Magical Mystical Teacher wrote:
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Yes indeed blackbirds are quite daring. They are the ones who skip along my wall and would hold me in a stare down
Much😊love
The blackbird seems to withstand the storms of life. An amazing creature.
I like the resilience of that blackbird. May it soar to great heights!
The blackbird has the brightest of hearts to fuel her flight. And most likely, an eyeball (or three) to snack on.
This sounds so good while reading….love that blackbird…