The Beginning
Black birds are a species
Defined as a type of thrush.
Sustained by nuts and berries,
They live among us.
At first these tiny weaklings
Are dependent and naïve
They accept from mum, what’s given,
They’re vulnerable, easily deceived.
As they grow, some become wiser,
Learning from their past,
Consistently learning from
The experiences they’ve amassed.
And over time they develop
Hardened wings from which to fly
To withstand the harsh conditions
They’ve weathered over time.
Their toes become talons,
Their beaks, point sharp to fight,
They gradually learn to defend themselves,
In a battle while in flight.
Through the years they change,
Over time they adapt,
Unlike the helpless blackbird,
Of which they were once hatched.
And through their trials they remember,
Those that served them for the good,
They develop a tight knit clan
A tightly held brotherhood.
And the casual bird watcher,
Would never know the struggles faced,
They’d only see a blackbird
Sitting on the tree limb that it’s braced.
But as the storm approaches,
Only those who understand would know…
It’s not a blackbird anymore,
It’s become fierce like a crow.
At first these tiny weaklings
Are dependent and naïve
They accept from mum, what’s given,
They’re vulnerable, easily deceived.