The Beginning

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.