Out From Within the Shadow

Morning Muse

What does the morning bring

with its drops of dew?

A peaceful haven

for a creature or two.

Destined to meet

a blackbird and worm;

the blackbird on high

watching him squirm.

Down she comes

in full sight of me.

Keeping her distance,

waiting to see

if I will do anything

as I take in the sun,

as she wants breakfast

to feed her little one.

Closer she hops.

In her there's no fear.

Her goal is to nourish,

it would appear.

With one eye on me

and turned to the right;

ready to catch

and if need be take flight.

The worm,

he flew up into the air,

thrown up by the blackbird

with out so much of a care.

All gobbled down whole

and with one passing look

she spread her wings

and to flight she took.